17
PAIGE
“What if they think it was me? What if the police think I had something to do with it?”
“Relax. They won’t.”
How could Fletcher stay so calm? There was a body in my freaking yard!
“But I own the property.”
“And you’ve only lived there for three months. I may not be a leading expert on human decomposition, but that body’s been in the septic tank for longer than that.”
Just when I thought this already hellish year in Scotland couldn’t get any worse, the devil rolled the dice again. One step forward, two steps back, another step forward…and he pushed me down a flight of stairs.
I realised that in the grand scheme of things, I shouldn’t be too upset that the police would have to dismantle the septic tank, but I’d so been looking forward to having actual plumbing, and… Guilt wa
