CHAPTER TWELVE
It was fully dark by the time Stella and Maxwell pulled up outside the timber-fronted house in a quiet area of Stratford, with a neat front yard and immaculate board fencing separating its sizeable grounds from the neighbors.
Stella hoped that Daniel would be inside, watching television or playing online games, and blissfully unaware of their arrival until it was too late. They needed the element of surprise, and for him to be unprepared.
She hoped this lead would finally mean progress. It felt like they were casting around, but coming up against weak suspects, or alibis, every time. She remembered Detective Grover’s warning words and feared they would prove prophetic.
This case couldn’t go cold! Surely it couldn’t? Surely Desiree’s reckless behavior would eventually lea
