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‘She was cremated instead of being kept in the mortuary,’ Chelsea said. ‘They’re going to hold an inquiry. Grant found us a lawyer on a no-win, no-fee basis so we’re suing them for compensation. Grant wants the midwife sacked too, but I liked Anne, and anyone can make a mistake.’
‘You’re too bloody soft!’ Grant shouted in the background.
‘Your midwife was called Anne?’ Emma asked. ‘What was her surname?’
‘Long. Anne Long. She was lovely. Really kind and caring. She just made a mistake. I don’t want her to lose her job.’
‘Well, I do!’ Grant shouted. ‘Anyway, what’s that got to do with whoever you’re talking to?’
Ian motioned to Emma to wind up the call.
‘I am so sorry for your loss,’ Emma said again. ‘Thank you for your time. I hope you get what you want.’ Saying goodbye, she ended the call, then turned to Ian. ‘Show me that spreadsheet again.’
‘What is it?’ he asked, holding the laptop between them. The Second Generation spreadsheet was still open on the screen.
Emma was quiet as she looked again at the entries. ‘You see those letters – A.L. –beside some of the names?’ she said. ‘They could be the initials of Anne Long. They’re beside our names and Chelsea and Grant’s and some others. About thirty of them. Could it be that Moller is making a note of the midwife some of us used?’
‘Why would he do that?’ Ian asked. ‘And the others don’t have any initials at all. If you’re right, shouldn’t they have the initials of their midwives too? A.L. could stand for any number of things. I assumed it was a medical abbreviation to do with infertility. What made you think of Anne Long?’
‘When she updated my antenatal notes she always signed them A.L . It just struck me. I’m probably wrong.’
‘There is a way we could find out,’ Ian said. ‘By phoning some of the others who have the same initials beside their names and asking them if their midwife was Anne Long. But before we do that, I think we should check the names on the spreadsheet with the patient folders. If the “Second Generation” are the grandchildren of Moller’s patients there should be a folder for their parents. We know our parents are there, and I’m sure I’ve seen one for the Ryans.’
‘Yes,’ Emma said. ‘But before we do that you should have something to eat first. You must be starving.’
‘I am,’ Ian admitted. ‘And exhausted. It’s been a very long day.’