CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“Do you have a theory on who broke in? And what was taken?” Charlotte spread files in date order across the dining room table, while Rosie sorted their contents one at a time. To her side was a large box where she placed anything she found which was not suitable to re-file. So far, it was copies of newspapers, old work letters, and books on journalism.
Nothing was being thrown away yet, but Charlotte’s recommendation of separating what was of true value to Rosie from the rest made it easier. Once Rosie had everything she wanted, then their attention could turn—on another day—to the box.
“I’m stumped, darling. So far, there’s nothing missing I can see. Of course, I don’t recall everything Graeme kept, but nothing stands out.”
“We’ll keep looking. I can’t believe som
