“There’s no reason for you to wait up,” Chelsea told her.“I can take it out.I’ll show you to your room.”She’d made up Aunt Maggie’s bed earlier in the evening when Dobby had gone through the plan.
“All right.Wake me if anything happens.”
Chelsea took her upstairs, made sure she had a fresh towel, and showed her where the bathroom was before returning to the kitchen.
“Any movement?”she asked Connor.
“A couple of cats and a possum.”Connor stretched.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Coffee would be great.”
She made herself a coffee too.She wouldn’t sleep knowing Ethan was out there waiting for someone to attack.
As she placed their mugs on the table, the timer rang and she removed the banana bread from the oven and left it on the sink to cool.
Then she set up Aunt Maggie’s ancient laptop on the table.
“Are you going to work all night?”Connor asked.
“Maybe.”
“Ethan and the guys know what they’re doing.”
She nodded.“I know.Have you worked with them much?”
“On occasion.”
“And you’re a dog handler?”
“That’s my primary role.”
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Beats working with people.”A frown crossed his face and then disappeared.
Chelsea smiled.“I understand.”
Connor gestured to her laptop.“What are you doing?”
“Going through Aunt Maggie’s laptop to make certain there’s nothing important on there.It might have useful information about the way she ran Lilydale Cottage.”
“So you’re staying here?”
She bit her lip.“Maybe.Possibly.I haven’t decided yet.”
“I get that.It’s difficult making decisions about your life when you were on one path and are suddenly thrown onto another.”
Had something happened to him?She hesitated.It was a personal question to ask someone she barely knew.Instead she nodded and logged in, bracing herself for the mass of folders spread across the desktop.Aunt Maggie had always said she liked her folders where she could find them, but the lack of organisation was like an out of tune string on a guitar for Chelsea.
She scanned the titles: garden, house, bills, Chelsea.
With a frown, she clicked on the folder with her name.She leaned back in her chair as a folder full of screenshots of her work opened.She flicked through them, recognising clients she’d worked with in the past and the graphics she’d done for them.
Her chest squeezed.Aunt Maggie had kept them all.A sob broke out before she could stop it, and Connor glanced up.
“Are you all right?”
