CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
The seedlings weren’t faring well. Charlotte was in the clearing with Trev after Bryce had asked her opinion on Terrance.
“But you need to remember I’m not a profiler, and this is my opinion only.” She’d reminded them. “What would be helpful is a look at the grave area.”
So here they were. There was a uniformed officer keeping an eye on the taped area, and Trev told him to take a lunch break.
“Whoever planted the seedlings took great care, but I think it’s the wrong time of the year to plant asters. Certainly with next to no sunshine in this area. And don’t give me that look, Trevor. I’ve been reading up on them since finding the flower trail.”
He ran his finger across his lips like a zip but his eyes sparkled.
Back to work, Charlotte stared at the grave site. “Whe
