She frowned, glanced up at Hailey. ‘It’s James. He wants to meet me. Now. Says it’s urgent.’ Adrenaline fired through her veins, her heart racing. ‘He’s got information about the video.’

She checked the time. Ten o’clock.

‘It’s a bit late to be meeting, isn’t it?’ Hailey voiced Sara’s own thoughts.

‘Yeah, you’re right.’ She chewed at her lip, deliberating. ‘But what if he’s found out the truth? What if he knows who’s behind it all?’

Hailey stood and yawned, clearly exhausted after a difficult day. ‘Your decision. I’m way past being able to decide anything.’ She went to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of wine, unscrewed the cap and poured some into a glass. ‘I’ll stay with Ezra if you really want to go.’

Sara swallowed, nervous about the idea of meeting James, given all their theories. Her hands twisted together as she dithered. ‘Oh God, I don’t know. Is it a good idea?’

‘Where does he want to meet?’

‘In the car park on the moors. Says nobody will see us talking there.’

Hailey’s mouth dropped open in horror. ‘What? No, don’t be ridiculous! You can’t go up there on your own at this time of night. No way are you doing that.’

Sara tapped out a message on her phone, telling him no, glad that her sister had persuaded her against it. Stupid idea, she reassured herself, though a part of her still wanted to know what he’d found out. She stopped typing, looked at Hailey.

‘What if I call you when I get there and leave the line open, then you’ll be able to hear what’s going on and can get help if there’s a problem?’

Hailey looked at her like she’d grown a couple of horns and turned into a fantastical beast.

‘Sara, no. Think about it. There’s plenty of places you can meet where nobody will see you. And anyway, why does it have to be so secret? I really don’t understand that. Surely it would be safer to meet where people can see you?’

Sara got up and pulled on Hailey’s jacket, which had been draped over the back of a chair. She wasn’t sure if this was the most stupid thing she’d ever done in her life, but the desire to know what James had discovered was stronger than the desire to stay.

It was a cloudy night, pitch black in the car park when she pulled up, hands clammy and slippery on the steering wheel. James’s car wasn’t there, and as she waited for him to arrive, eyes nervously scanning the entrance to the parking area, she began to hope he’d changed his mind. Her phone pinged. Another message lit her screen.

I’m at the quarry.