‘Aye, I did. She was an amazing lady. So, are you in Rowan Bay at the minute?’
‘Yes. I’m currently staying in Grandma’s cottage.’
‘Well, I hope you can find some solace here. Is there something I can help you with?’
I admitted there was. ‘I actually wanted to talk to you about Ruth Mangan, if that’s alright?’
‘Oh, there’s plenty of material there, I can tell you,’ she said with a short, dark laugh. ‘No wonder you want to talk to me about Ruth.’
My curiosity went into overdrive. ‘Sorry? What makes you say that?’
Kirsty hesitated. ‘Are you around at all today, Ms Winters?’
‘Please call me Rosie. Yes, I am.’
‘Excellent. How about I drop by to see you around half past two this afternoon?’
‘That’s fine by me.’
I could sense her smiling down the line. ‘Good. I’ll see you then.’
I finished the call and shoved my mobile back in my coat pocket. Bronte peered up at me as if to say, ‘Are we finally going out now?!’
I had a feeling that whatever Kirsty Ralston was going to tell me this afternoon about Ruth Mangan, it wasn’t going to be favourable if it echoed what Gwen had alluded to.