The Lost Child (Detective Lottie Parker #3)(115)

The final leaf fell from a tree, fluttered down and lay at her feet. A gust of wind lifted it and carried it to the water’s edge. They sat there and watched it float out on the wild lake.

‘A fragile leaf at the mercy of nature’s will,’ Lottie said.

‘And human life, just as fragile, is at the mercy of human greed and shame,’ Boyd said.

‘Will it ever end?’

‘The bad weather?’

‘The lies, Boyd, the secrets and the lies.’