CHAPTER TWELVE
Watching them wastes time. But how else to learn what they know? Look at them.
Leading Senior Constable Trevor Sibbritt.
Rose Sibbritt.
Charlotte Dean. Doctor Charlotte Dean. The interloper who thinks she’s better than everyone. Better educated. Smarter.
First, they gathered at the shop. Huddled around their secrets. Laughing so loud the sound crosses the road.
He left. Those women stayed at their work, so he was the one to follow. Was he returning to the forest? Or back to the police station to meet the detectives.
Neither. His mother’s home. Better than staying with the doctor. Much better she is alone in her upstairs rooms. One way in and out. Easy to observe her comings and goings.
And now she arrives at Rose’s doorstep. They are all here. As long as they stay a
