“They arrived and fought the downpour. Mum held an umbrella and helped Carrie Anne inside. Dad brought the bags from the boot of the car. “Excuse me,” a woman’s voice called through the storm. The family paused in the doorway. A lady with bobbed red hair and a beige overcoat came running through the rain to meet them. She held out her ID badge for a moment. “Detective Inspector Barbara Howe. I was wondering if I could speak to you all?” she asked without asking. Carrie Anne’s father stepped betw...een the detective and his family. “Now is not a good time,” he replied. The detective inspector sighed. “It won’t take long—” she smiled “—I’m sure it would be better than asking you all to come to the station, don’t you think?” She stared at Carrie Anne’s father. He dropped his chin to his chest. “OK then. Come in.” Mum made sweet tea that took the chill from their rain-soaked bones. The heat was warm and pleasant in the house. For Carrie Anne it was good to be home; she could see the cemetery f from the lounge window, despite the running water from the windowpane.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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