Chapter 27

“I didn’t say that,” said Amy, eyeing him. “Well, I can’t stay and chat. Be gentle with everything, and pop in and tell me when you’re done. Good luck.”

Dom spent a good five minutes being irritated with himself that he’d been the one to bring up getting engaged, then focused and shuffled through the papers, searching. He found the appropriate articles, as well as a few from the Observerdiscussing the murder, but there really wasn’t anything they didn’t already know. Days after the murder, Grace disappeared. He took photos with his phone of the various articles, and skimmed the opinion sections, but soon he was packing everything up and indicating to Amy he was on the way out.

She smiled largely at him and he cursed himself again for mentioning proposals. Hopefully that wouldn’t be getting around Mount Angus, not while everyone was still talking about Sarah’s death.

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