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They’d been talking in there. Britney knew it.

She had no choice but to tell Jake.

And he was not going to like it one little bit.

Seventy-Six

‘Feel better now you’ve seen her?’ Bryant asked, as they got in the car.

Kim had known that Britney wasn’t going to reveal anything about Eric Leland or his time at the Farm. She’d used it only as a way to get the phone to Tiff.

And actually, yes, she did feel better knowing the girl now had a phone and could be contacted. More importantly Tiffany could call her if she needed to.

She took out her phone and called Stacey.

‘You got anything on Kane Devlin yet?’

For their second meeting, she wanted to be better prepared.

‘Boss, there is absolutely nothing. No social media profiles, no mentions, no news reports. Absolutely bugger all.’

‘Stace, this is not smelling so good. How is he completely off your radar?’

‘I don’t get it, boss, even searching for Bryant brings up a few results.’

‘Thanks, Stace,’ her colleague called out having heard her.

‘I’m really starting to think we’re not being given the right name.’

‘Okay, Stace, leave it with me,’ she said, ending the call.

Immediately, the phone rang again.

‘Myles, I was just going to call you.’

‘Kane has agreed to meet again. Same place at four o’clock. Same conditions.’

‘Yeah, yeah, we’ll see but I want to know something else. How did you make contact with Kane in the first place?’

‘I’m sorry, I thought I told you. It was Kane that contacted me.’

Seventy-Seven

‘You okay, Brit?’ Tiff asked for the third time. She’d been quiet since the boss had left. Had it unnerved her being asked about Eric Leland?

‘I’m, fine,’ Brit said, not looking at her. ‘Just feel a bit sick. Must be something I ate.’

Tiff doubted it. They’d both eaten the same thing from the prepared sandwich box; a ham sandwich, a packet of crisps and a nutrition bar.

‘You’re not letting that copper bother you, are you?’

Britney shook her head. ‘I just don’t like being reminded of the folks who have left. Makes me sad.’

Tiff could understand it. Her own family drove her mad but there wasn’t one of them that she didn’t want to see again. Even Ryan.

Tiff looked around. Nothing made Brit smile more than a big group of students who might be receptive to her pitch.

‘Hey, Brit, look at that group of…’