The Survivors: A Novel by Jane Harper

Author:Jane Harper [Harper, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Thriller, Suspense, Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781250232427
Google: Jh2QzQEACAAJ
Amazon: B087ZY8NXX
Goodreads: 53317496
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Published: 2020-09-22T05:00:00+00:00

20

Kieran held out the camera charger. Olivia looked at it, then over to Bronte’s desk, where the black length of cord had been plugged into the wall at one end and into nothing at the other. Finally, she reached out and took it from Kieran, winding the cord slowly around her palm.

“Excuse me.” Olivia’s voice was strangely calm as she edged past Mia in the doorway, walking down the hall to the living room, where Sergeant Renn had her overnight bag open and was writing down the contents in his notebook. It was very difficult not to look furtive carrying out a task like that, Kieran thought, and Renn was no exception, straightening quickly as they came in.

Olivia went up to him, the cord in her outstretched hand.

“Is it her camera, Chris? Is that what you’re looking for?”

Renn’s eyes went to the charger, then to Olivia’s face. He didn’t reply out loud, but at last his head inclined a fraction. Yeah.

“Do you think someone took it?” Olivia’s voice was very quiet. “The person who hurt her?”

A small shrug this time, perhaps involuntary. Possibly.

“Why, though?” she said. Renn didn’t react at all to that one, Kieran noticed.

Olivia was staring up at him. “Why didn’t you feel you could ask me? Chris? You could have just asked me if I knew where it was.”

“We did, Liv,” Renn said finally.

“No. No, you asked if anything was missing.” Olivia sounded like she wanted to be angry but didn’t have the energy to be anything but sad. “That is a very broad question, isn’t it? I mean, Bronte kept all her stuff in her own room.” She looked down at the charger in her hand. “She had to keep all her stuff in her own room because I had a go at her in her first week for leaving things lying around the house.”

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut at the memory.

“I answered everything you asked me, Chris, the best I could,” she said when she finally opened them again. “If I missed something, it was because I’d come home to pick up my mat on the way to yoga with my mum and found Bronte was dead.”

Sergeant Renn looked at her, and Kieran remembered the hot flush that used to creep up his neck. There was no sign of that now, but his expression had softened a notch.

“Yeah. All right,” he said quietly. He nodded at her overnight bag. “Look, I’ll help you carry this to the station. Get someone to give you a lift to your mum’s.”

“I was going to stop by Ash’s place.”

Renn stroked his chin, almost certainly thinking of Trish Birch outside the police station. “Not really any of my business, Liv, but I reckon your mum might need to see you more.”

Fresh anguish crossed Olivia’s face, and she bent down to zip up her bag.

A figure was trudging along the road as they all stepped out through the front gate. Sean, Kieran could see. He turned his head as he passed Renn and Olivia setting off together toward town and slowed his pace.

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