It was three weeks to the day since Dora Bream had been found dead. Today, Shirley Dawkins had arranged the flowers for the church service, and Beverly Hobbs had delivered the reading. Esme arrived at the church with her husband for the first time since his release, to be greeted with smiles and handshakes. Peace, harmony, and tranquillity had once again been restored in Becklesfield.
Hayley met Abigail, Betty, and Terry for a Sunday afternoon walk through Ridgeway Woods. He was still disagreeing about letting Tania go free.
“She was there when he killed two of her friends and did nothing about it. If it weren’t for the fact that her partner in crime was so despicable, she’d be sitting under a palm tree herself.”
“I wish I was,” said Betty. “The nearest I got was under the pier in Brigh
