CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
As it was, Terrance said nothing on the short drive to his house. He lived in a large two-story house on an acre in a leafy street a block or two behind Octavia Morris’ home.
Trev nosed the patrol car down a long driveway. “How long have you lived here? Beautiful place.”
“Ask the clairvoyant.”
“It wasn’t a leading question. Haven’t been up this area for a long time and was admiring the trees out the front.”
Terrance undid his seat belt as Trev stopped. “More than ten years. Couldn’t bear being in the other place without Bryony if you must know.” He dropped a business card on the seat as he dragged himself out of the car and slammed the door.
“Bye.” Trev said aloud.
There was a car parked in front of the garage. Kevin’s car. Trev turned the patrol car around, keep
