CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Glenys cupped her hands against the glass to look inside the bookshop from the furthest corner of the window. Charlotte waved to her. Was she checking Trev had gone?
“Is Rosie here?” Glenys got as far as the doorway and stopped.
“She’s out for lunch. Can I help?”
“You must have thought me mad earlier.” She came to the counter. “Rushing off like that. I was so surprised to see young Trev here.”
“He came to visit Rosie. Why is that a surprise?”
“Town’s overrun with police, thanks to…her.” Glenys glanced at the wall behind Charlotte, to the photographs. “I’d like that taken down, please. I’ll pay Rosie for the frame, but I wish to take it with me now.”
Surprised by a sudden hardness in the other woman’s voice, Charlotte followed Glenys’ line of sight to the photo of
