CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Charlotte hurried toward the police station after Rosie told her to go for the third time. She worried leaving Rosie with Sid and two forensics officers. Not for the latter, but because Sid kept sneaking around. She’d caught him in the spare bedroom, the kitchen, and poking around in the garden behind the shed.
“Unless you have a reason to be searching here, you need to stop.” Charlotte glared at him.
He’d shrugged and lumbered back into the shed. The officers were dusting the filing cabinets. Rosie sat near the door, hands clasping each other. Many of the files were still on the floor in a haphazard pile and Sid helped himself to the top one.
“Put it down now.” Rosie’s voice was quiet but bore no argument. “Those are private documents left by my late husband.”
“What
