Confusion

Havermouth, Three Weeks Before

Heath dropped Cameron back at his Ute with strict instructions to go home and stay there, and returned to his office. Someone would have seen, he knew. Someone would have seen Cameron running too or from Aislen’s house, and that news would get back to Abigail. All he could do was hope that it didn’t and wait and see if the Triquetra was summoned to the estate.

He was not entirely surprised therefore when, within half an hour, Lillian was hovering in his office door, rapping on the wood with her knuckles and clearing her throat.

“Umm, Heath,” she said.

“Just let me through,” Charlie Gale shoved through. “This is ridiculous Heath, barring your own father from your office.”

Heath rose to his feet, smoothing down his waistcoat, and stepped around the desk. “Coffee, Lilli, if you would be so kind,” he said.

“Sure Heath,” she replied and pulled the door closed behind Charlie as he stepped in.

“Let’s not pretend that you don’t know why I am here,” Charlie