Charlotte closed her laptop. She’d uploaded her photos to see them on the larger screen and search for any clues to help. But there was nothing. Lots of images of Veronica at different angles, quite a few of her boyfriend. The ute. No luck at all with the driver.
She’d gone further back to the night of Esther’s window being broken but shards of glass told her nothing. Even the images from the roundabout were of little value. There were several photos of the men as they pulled down the tree, but none were face on and it was difficult to tell if one was indeed the passenger from earlier.
Nothing to prove the man with Veronica was even there.
If only Charlotte had seen their faces when the masks came off at the bookshop. Or if one of them had turned around at the roundabout.
She had no id
