CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Trev spent the evening working. Rosie had already prepped an easy dinner and they’d finished the bottle of wine with it. He’d taken a cup of coffee to Rosie after she’d settled onto the sofa with a book to read and the cats vying for the best position on her lap.
He moved into the study, opening his laptop and a large notepad. For an hour or so he dug around in the past of one Jonas Carmichael. It was interesting reading. Graduated top of his private and exclusive boy’s school, managing to avoid the scandals it was associated with all too often. There was a mention in one obscure newspaper article about him being the target of a hate campaign after reporting other students for wrongdoing.
“Not our Jonas. Surely?”
What did Trev know about the man? His exposure to him w
