CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Charlotte stared at her phone after sending the text message. She’d been back in the hotel room for a while but couldn’t bring herself to call Trev. He’d wonder what was wrong, but how could she hear his warm and caring voice and not fall into a heap again? Which wasn’t fair to him. He’d want to help and was too far away.
Perhaps she could phone anyway. Just to ask where the investigation was going. And how Mayhem and Mellow were. And had he heard from Rosie yet. Not that Rosie should be doing anything other than enjoying her time with Lewis.
She turned the phone off to reduce the temptation. In the morning she’d talk to him. Her walk along the river had turned into a sprint when rain appeared from nowhere. Dinner was nothing more than a bucket of chips from a street
