For two hours, I'm almost completely distracted. There's not as many customers in winter, so Tom and I do very little work and try learning KPOP dances.
"Shame your mum isn't here to witness this magic," I choke out through laughs. I'm sure watching Tom and I murder the 'likey' dance is far more entertaining than any appointment she could have.
"Very sad – oh well. Let's just facetime her and show her," Tom jokes.
After another hour of procrastination, Tom and I close up Belle's florist and plan on getting some dinner. Which of course, ends up being a Maccas run.
There's only one MacDonald's in all of Cedar Creek. It's closer to West Elm than my suburb on East Elm, so I don't go too often.
Tom and I share a twenty four pack of nuggets and get a cheeseburger and fries each.
While we're eating, we act stupidly, and then joke about hoping no one is watching. We look around and notice three security camera's around the dining area.
"There's camera's everywhere," Tom laughs.
"Sh*t – no where to hide."
The camera's get me thinking... the only leads we have for the Wittle murders is potentially their parents. There's such an easy way to rule them out – check their alibi's. The police easily could have missed something, and then straight away we've cracked this. So far, we've just assumed that their alibi's were legit, but if we investigate... maybe, just maybe, we have a lead.
I say goodnight to Tom and decide to pop into Shadow River Manor on the way home – Maccas and the Manor are both in West Elm so it's not out of my way.
I tighten my helmet and head to Shadow River Manor.
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The door is unlocked, so I knock loudly but after receiving no response for five minutes I walk straight in. "Adrian? Where are you?"
I hear fumbling to my left and follow the sound into the kitchen. Most of the lights are off but I can't find the switch. "Adrian, is that you?"
"Rose?!" he says, seemingly happily surprised, "what brings you to my humble abode, my dear?"
"Where are you? I can't see anything."
"Well I'm right here."
"Where?" my hands held out in front of me run into something solid. Sliding them down I realise it's a shirt and I get a taste of Adrian's familiar scent. "Sorry." I'm glad the lights aren't on because he would catch me blushing hard.
"Don't be," he leans in closer, so close that even though I can't see him I can feel the heat off his body. "You smell nice. Like pretty little flowers."
"I... I... uh... work at a florist."
"And what gives me the honour of being in your presence on this fine, lovely evening, my dear?"
"I was just out with Tom at Maccas and I was thinking about the Wittles – so I thought I'd pop in on my way home."
He hums in response, not seeming to pay attention.
"And I thought that we really haven't ruled out the parents as the murderers and we should double check out their alibis ourselves and... are you even listening?"
"Not really, my dear. I'm not in the right mood to discuss such trivial things."
"Trivial? Isn't this all you're here for? What's wrong with... are you drunk?"
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