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  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

Monday 22 January 2018

The next day I couldn’t be arsed to go to Pulse. Ian wasn’t going to be there, and I’d used up all my energy at the weekend. Plus, I had work to do at the gym. There was a mountain of towels that needed washing. I had to make sure I was around for the plumber who was finally going to look at the hot water tank and I had to collate the sign-on report for Jason, so he could see how we were doing on the membership front. Our handovers were getting shorter and shorter, with Jason generally turning up about ten minutes before I was due to leave. I thought he was leaning on me a little too much but without another job to go to there wasn’t much I could do.

When he finally arrived, I was folding up the towels, all fluffy from the industrial sized tumble dryer. He came in to help and I gave him a rundown of the day so far, including what the plumber had charged. The figure made him wince.

‘How’s Ben? I haven’t seen him in a while,’ he asked, when I’d finished my update.

‘Fine, he’s all loved up with Amy.’

‘Who’s Amy?’ Jason stopped folding to stare at me. Ben obviously hadn’t told him about her.

‘A girl from work he met on a training course.’

‘I thought you two had a thing?’

I shook my head, not unless you could call one kiss ‘a thing’.

‘Oh, I must have got it wrong then. I thought you were his girlfriend.’

‘Really? No. We didn’t have a thing,’ I mumbled. Jason’s words made my stomach flutter. It was too late now anyway.

Jason and I finished the pile and put them in the cubbyholes by the door.

‘Right, I’ll let you get on. See you tomorrow,’ I said, hurrying out of the club and towards the library, so I could search the internet without Susie peeking over my shoulder.

When I arrived, I was frustrated to find all the machines upstairs full. Bloody jobseekers and students doing their coursework. I wandered back downstairs to look at the thrillers until someone came down. I nipped back up to find a computer now free. An hour later, I had a printed list of all the care homes in Oxford. There were over twenty of them. I would be spending the rest of the day on the phone, but that I could do in the privacy of my room.

Sunday 28 January 2018

I’m back in the interview room again. Collected from my cell without warning. I’ve been waiting for five minutes, but no sign of Hicks or Becker yet. What are they going to ask me now?