CLAREMONT KILLINGS WE GOT JUSTICE for Jane
A delicious scent of meat wafted through the house as I chatted with my brother, Adam.
‘Can’t wait to dig in,’ I smiled to our mum, Jenny.
‘It’s nearly ready, so hopefully Jane’s here soon,’ she said, referring to my 23-year-old sister.
Although we’d all moved out, we went to our parents’ place for Sunday lunch every week.
‘She was out last night – maybe she stayed at a mate’s place or met a guy,’ our dad, Trevor, said.
By the time
