CHAPTER FORTY
Trev was at the back of the bookshop when Charlotte messaged to see if he was free to talk. He rang straight back, longing to hear her voice. She’d called Rosie and he’d left them to chat and walked down to check everything was okay here and the detectives had locked up the garage after going through the storeroom.
“This isn’t a bad time?” Her voice held a note of something. Stress?
“Never a bad time. Where are you?”
“At the hotel. I’ve ordered room service because I can’t be bothered to go looking for dinner. Rosie sounds excited.”
He grinned and settled onto a step. “She is beside herself. Humming away as she packed and to her credit, Mum managed to fit all into one suitcase and is impressed with herself.”
Charlotte laughed and the sound cheered him. “I’m happy for he
