CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Trev’s morning was nothing short of busy. Up earlier than planned thanks to the insistence of Mayhem that he was neglected and dissatisfied with the new arrangements, he’d let both cats out before making coffee. The quiet house overnight was odd. After living alone for fifteen or so years, he’d settled back into the routine at home as if he’d never left. Having his mother around was nice. They were close and he’d missed her more than he’d realised during his time in River’s End.
Over an indulgent breakfast of mushroom omelette with toast and more coffee, he scrolled through emails from Katrina. She had found relatives of Bryony Murdoch but not managed to make contact yet. This was her first job today. A second email put him on notice to be available for a talk with Terr
