Cory ran through the list of councilors in his head. There weren"t that many and some of them were women. He sent a text to Oliver Vasey, asking him to stay alert for two names coming up. If one of the freelance photographers took a drive past their houses, it would probably become quickly obvious which of the two it was. A police car out in the street, and a number of cars pulled up in the driveway—it was easy to spot if you knew what you were looking for.
‘The nurse is coming back. Make yourself scarce,’ Bianca warned. ‘I’ll see if I can squeeze any more information out of her.’
Cory walked back to the seating area. He felt a massive sense of relief that the body was not Poppy’s, but it made the discovery of her dress even more sinister. He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind
