Chapter Seven Who Could It Have Been?

Isla

Isla cut into her eggs and smoked bacon. She was having breakfast at Thistle she probably had to smile at everyone who walked into the office. “So, I’m doing research for a history workshop, and I couldn’t find the properties that belonged to the town. So, I spoke to Dugan, and he told me to come here.”

“Hmm,” the receptionist sighed, typing into her computer. “What’s your name?”

“Och, I don’t have an appointment.”

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