Page 71 of The Twins

Mitch turned to us. “I don’t know. Out in the countryside the cameras are few and far between, especially on the smaller roads.”

“Fuck!” I turned away from the screen and rammed my hands into my hair, tugged the roots. “So we have no way of knowing, and she’s likely still being driven away from here.” I looked at Finn. “We have to get loaded up and go after her, figure it out from there.”

Finn clasped Mitch’s shoulder. “You coming?”

“I’m on duty, man, I can’t get involved in a shootout, not without bringing a whole load of attention to Galahad.”

“I understand, mate.” I squeezed his shoulder. “And you’ve done your bit already. Thanks for all this intel.”

“Happy to help, you know that.” He frowned. “Shit, this is a big fucked-up problem.”

“Tell me about it,” I said.

The phone on the desk trilled to life.

Mitch answered it. “Yeah.” Pause. “There is? She is? Now. Okay, I’ll be right out.” He hung up.

“What is it?” I asked. Had Rebecca shown up?

“There’s a Miss Bell asking for me at reception.”

“Who?”

He shrugged and straightened.

We followed Mitch out of the office and down the dull-green corridor.

Once in reception there was a burst of energy from a pretty little blonde woman in a pink flowery dress. “Oh, Seargent Cooper, there you are, thank goodness.” She rushed up to Mitch. “I need to speak to you, urgently. Really urgently.”

“Amy.” My befuddled brain kicked into gear. Rebecca’s friend. Best friend.

She looked from me to Finn and then back to Mitch. “I need to speak to you about Rebecca.”

“What do you know?” I asked, a spark of hope lighting in my chest.

“Outside.” Mitch steered us all out into the sunshine. “We’ll talk there.”

After striding away from the main entrance, we huddled in a corner, in the shade.

“Tell us?” Finn demanded.

She held her phone forward. “She’s not answering her phone.”

“We know that.”

“And she always does, she’s…thoughtful, she knows I worry, she’s my closest friend, and that…”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Mitch touched her arm. “Slow down, we’ll figure this out.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m worried about her, with this stalker thing and now she’s not answering her phone and she’s out in the middle of nowhere and I don’t know why she’s there.”

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “Out in the middle of nowhere.”

“We haveFind Meon our phones, so we can always see where the other is; it’s sensible, single girls, you know.” She shrugged. “And her phone is—”

“Where?” My throat constricted. “Where is her phone?”

She flashed the screen at Mitch. “It seems to be in a field up near Steeple Ashton.”