When a woman moves into the sleepy town, it rouses everyone's tongues to start wagging. She is strange and distant in her manner. Tia Frost is blissfully unaware of the townsfolk's discomfort with her. With Burt at her side, she wonders about the wo...
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Driving back to the station, my head was full of questions. Why was Tia so odd? Why was she so evasive about her situation? She said she's like Tobin, a child from a broken home? Was he from a broken home, or was his mother mad?
I pulled into the space around the back of the station yawning. I turned off the car and sat there. "So many questions..." I muttered to myself.
In truth, she has told me very little. Every word was thought out before spoken. Every movement in that interaction is deliberate.
I jumped at a knock at the window. It was Janna. "You falling asleep in there? The chief wants to know what happened."
"Sorry just thinking about things." I got out and closed the car door.
"Roland gave me some breakfast for you. He said when you're done for the day can you pick up milk on your way home. It's the only thing he couldn't get. He made a big thing about you not getting home yet." I nodded walking into the station.
"Are you alright Mac?" Janna asked following me in.
"Yer.. Tia is a mystery."
She laughed and I turned to her. "You sounded like you admire her."
"I think I do. She's under suspicion for murder and there's evidence against her but... she is warmer than she comes across. Nothing makes sense."
"That's what I needed to talk to you about." I spun facing the chief, jumping at his voice.
"You wound up pretty tight Mac." Janna sounded concerned.
"I am.... I'll make my report then go to bed."
I followed the chief to his office. "What did the social worker say?"
I sighed. "The social worker knew Tia."
"What?" Chief shouted.
I sat down. "Turns out Tia works for some charity.."
I trailed off remembering her laughing at me when I said she worked for them. "Mac?"
"Sorry, she laughed when I said that to her."
He leaned back in his chair. "Continue."
"So the social worker knows her through her charitable work. She rubber-stamped the boy staying there to acclimatise to the real world. That's the words she used like the boy had been brainwashed. The way he was acting... there's something going on there but both of them were reluctant to talk about it."
The chief shook his head. "She knew about our suspicions, I told her myself when I talked to her."
"I told her myself before she left. She is looking for a specialist foster family to put the boy with. Both Tia and the social worker were very cagey about this charity. Do we have any news on the evidence?"
