Page 102 of No Safe Place

Sunday | Evening

Field

Sunday night and the roads were clear.

Riley flew through Greenwich and blue-lit it down the straight road through Charlton, Woolwich, Plumstead.

She had failed to look into the sad, helpful sister. Failed to properly investigate the family of the dead girl.

En route Field made call after call. Lily’s number, then Callum’s. Control had promised to divert a support vehicle when one became free, but with nothing concrete, they’d be lucky to get more than that.

As they reached the end of Conway Road, Riley turned the lights off and slowed to a crawl, looking for a parking space that wouldn’t be visible from Callum’s house.

Riley switched the car off and looked across at her. He was pale, but his jaw was set as he looped his thumbs into the thick vest over his shirt.

Only a few days ago, the street was bloodstained and swarming with forensics.

But now the house looked empty, the lights off. The small front garden was still overgrown, the paint peeling off the front door. Perfectly ordinary.