“He’s out there again.”
Charlotte joined Rosie at the window of the bookshop to watch Leading Senior Constable Sid Browne do a slow U-turn in his unit and cruise past. He stared in as he drove, window down, fingers tapping on the roof.
“Good. He’ll eventually run out of petrol.” Charlotte was more bemused than annoyed by the man’s odd behaviour. In the week since the bookshop reopened after the Christmas break, he’d been a regular passer-by. Sometimes in the patrol car, other times on foot.
“Well, if he wants to speak to us, he needs to walk through the door.” Rosie spun her wheelchair and headed behind the counter. “All this silliness is getting to me.”
Which is what Sid wants.
Which is what Sid wants.“I’ve been expecting him to demand a statement from Christmas Eve.” Charlotte went
