CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Trev dialled Charlotte over and over, each time going to voicemail. He slammed the car to a stop outside the bookshop and was up the stairs in seconds. Pounding on the door and calling for her did nothing, so he let himself in with the key Rosie gave him as he left.
She wasn’t there. But nor was there any sign of a struggle. Her laptop was open and beside it, a notepad with Zoe’s name and a mobile number.
He dialled.
“Hello?” A woman answered.
“Is this Zoe Dean?”
Let it be.
“Sure. Sure, this is she.”
“Can I ask your whereabouts please?”
The silence was long. In the background was a rushing sound, relentless and familiar. She finally answered. “Who is asking?”
“I’m looking for Charlotte.”
Laughter. “Aren’t we all.”
Bile rose in Trev’s throat and he fought it do
