CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Every time a car stopped out the front, or somebody walked into the bookshop, Charlotte jumped, expecting to see two annoyed detectives, holding out handcuffs. Or at least one, as Katrina was by far the nicer of the pair. As it was, she was sitting on the floor in the children’s area, reading to a three-year-old, when Bryce ambled in. She was unaware of him until the little boy pointed.
“Oh. Yes. Well, that is a nice police officer. How about we show your mum this book?”
A moment or so later, the little boy was back with his mother and Charlotte led Bryce to the kitchen after Rosie said to go ahead.
“You’re alone again?” Charlotte knew she should watch her smart mouth, but something about Bryce brought out her sarcastic side.
“I’ve only worked with Katrina for a few
