CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
Charlotte peered over the balcony yet again. She’d been in and out for the past half hour, waiting for Trev. For news. He’d messaged to say he’d be there but still wasn’t. Since he’d told her about the search warrant, her mind had come up with all kinds of outcomes. To keep herself busy, she’d made pasta from scratch. Gnocchi the way Doug taught her during her lessons about Italian food. There was enough for a whole department of police should the stakeout be on tonight.
Or I’ll be eating gnocchi for weeks.
Rosie had called earlier to say they were spending another night and would Charlotte mind looking after the shop on her own tomorrow. This made Charlotte smile. The little holiday must be agreeing with Rosie.
She’d put beer and white wine in the fridge and was con
