Charlotte alternated between the window in the bedroom and the balcony. And checked her watch and phone every few minutes. Trev must be getting close. He’d take Rosie home first…or would she insist on accompanying him? Poor Rosie, dragged away from enjoying a rare shopping trip. Not that Trev sounded too excited about his experience.
On her way from bedroom to balcony, she stopped and closed her eyes. The adrenaline still coursed through her, making her chest tight and emotions unstable. She took measured breaths to the bottom of her lungs and opened her eyes a little at a time. Better.
This wasn’t Octavia Morris lying dead in front of her. No blood on the rug in the perfect room wiped clean by Octavia’s killer…and former friend. She didn’t have to deal with ex Leading Senior Constable S
