CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Trev got off the phone as Katrina and Bryce arrived in the station. He crossed to the whiteboard and ran a line through ‘Cynthia Reynolds’.
“So, there’s not a serial killer at large?” Bryce asked.
“Why, you do sound disappointed.” Katrina grinned at him. “You found her, Trev?”
“Alive and well. Living in New Zealand. Happy to talk about being as far away from her parents as she could get. Married and has kids over there. Had a bit of a cry hearing Vi was confirmed as the victim.”
He returned to his desk. “She had a bit to say though.”
The others sat at the second desk and waited as he gathered the notes he’d made.
“Right. Cynthia and Vi were friends. Neither had friends outside their religion on fear of their parents finding out. Vi kept it a secret she had a boy
