CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Charlotte watched through the side mirror as the detectives turned into the narrow driveway of Glenys Lane’s old property. She was both sorry for them for having to visit the horrible place and at the same time wishing she could listen in. She’d gone there once when Glenys still lived there. The broken-down tiny cottage was bad enough, but around the back was a blackened firepit hidden behind the yard. She remembered all too well the acrid smell of smoke.
Trev took the next driveway to the Christmas Tree Farm. The carpark was deserted and he parked close to the house.
“You okay with this?” he took her hand and squeezed. “If it gets too much, just excuse yourself.”
“I think I’ll be fine. Helping Darcy is my first concern.”
The truth was that Charlotte was beyond fu
