A pair of eyes stared at her white blood-splattered blouse, the rock she held, then the bludgeoned victim on the patio.
Recognising the framed silhouette, Rosa swore under her breath.
“Daniel. What are you doing here?”
“Witnessing a murder!” Daniel screamed.
“Oh Daniel, I had no choice!”
Rosa got to her feet, rock still in hand.
“Put the rock down!”
“Finley was very ill, Daniel. I’m sorry.”
Daniel raced into Rosa’s arms, sobbing hard.
In her embrace he mumbled, “Can I get a new goldfish, mum?”