CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
Trev wanted nothing more than a hot shower and coffee. Another couple of hours and Bryce would take over. Moonlight filtered through the trees onto the grave but apart from the odd rabbit, nothing else moved. Well, the trees were as the wind picked up. The air felt as though rain might be heading this way.
In between everything else today, he’d catalogued the items found in the forest yesterday when he, Bryce, and Katrina searched.
Most of them offered little to be interested about. An old watch, not working. An empty purse, the kind a child would carry. Assorted bits and pieces more rubbish than of value. There were two unusual finds. One was an ear ring. It was distinctive being the clip-on type rather than pin. Trev had spotted it almost at the river’s edge, its viv
