Page 68 of The Twins

Cillian

“What the fuck are you talking about, Phil?” I stared at the biggest member of Galahad. It was the first time I’d ever seen him look sheepish with his mouth downturned and his fingers knotted.

“I couldn’t stop her, she said it was work.” He shrugged and rubbed his temples.

“And you’re telling us she’s not come back?”

“Yeah.” He glanced away.

“Fuck.” Finn pulled out his phone, called Rebecca.

She didn’t pick up.

“What the hell is going on?” I paced across the kitchen, my stomach churning. If Rebecca didn’t have a bona fide stalker, this wouldn’t have been my reaction. But someone was out to get her. Someone had been getting closer and closer.

And now…shit!

“Where was she going?” Finn asked, his phone still calling Rebecca’s. “To the office?”

“No, no,” Phil said. “The prison.”

“The prison! What the fuck?” I shouted.

“Bullingdon?” Finn spoke through gritted teeth. “Right?”

“I guess.” Phil swirled a piece of paper on the table so it faced me. “She left these numbers.”

“Good.” Finn peered at one that saidMary, secretary, then dialed.

It answered quickly.

“Hey, I’m trying to find Rebecca Saunders, do you know where she is?”

“And who is calling?” A curt female voice.

“I’m her boyfriend, and she’s missing. She left your number in case of emergency.”

“Missing?” A pause. “What kind of emergency?”

“A kind like we don’t know where she is and she’s not picking up.”

“She went to HMP Bullingdon to see a client.”

“What client?”

“I can’t divulge that information.”

“Listen, I don’t want to be disrespectful, Mary, but I’m worried for her safety. Rebecca has a stalker. I need everything you’ve got so I can go to the police and get them to take this seriously now and not wait twenty-four hours before they get into gear. That might be too bloody late.”

“A stalker. I…I had no idea. Hang on…wait, yes…here it is, she went to see an inmate called Samuel Conner, he’d been involved in an acid attack with another prisoner and needed his lawyer.”

“Okay.” Finn wrote downSamuel Conner. Acid. “And do you know what time this was?”

“About midday, at least that’s when I spoke to her. I presume she headed straight there.”

Phil nodded.

“Anything else you can tell me?” Finn asked.