"We're here for the woman in the red cloak." It was the police.
"I'm here." Lara straightened up so they could see her honey-brown hair and innocent face. "And I know where the killer is."
Henry and Beth watched as the boxy little police car roared down the cobbled streets, Lara inside, this time not as suspected as before. It was funny how people held others accountable just by look.
She was let off the case soon after, and after evidence was found to prove Mr. Nolan the murderer, Henry, Beth and Lara were on the train to London.
They bonded over biscuits and scenery. The trained clattered by, and Henry and Beth watched Nottengrove and its troubles fade away.
"Do you ever think of permanently moving away from Nottengrove?" Lara asked.
"No, do you Henry?" said Beth.
"I like Nottengrove, I like seeing other places for a change but there's something about Nottengrove that just seems a little different from other places, and I'd say better. Better in the sense that Nottengrove, it has a history, and change and danger doesn't really —" Henry paused as he couldn't find the right words.
"Danger adds to the history, it doesn't take away from Nottengrove and now that we know that Nottengrove is safe, I don't think I'd ever want to leave."
Henry settled back into his seats and began to count cows and mossy rocks.
YOU ARE READING
A Dash Of Red
General FictionHenry and Beth Greenway are retired in a remote town in England. Between book clubs, tea and gardening, life in the Greenway home is routine, but when a red-cloaked stranger begins delivering them letters in the early hours of the morning, the elder...
