‘We still need to find her and make sure she’s okay,’ Hannah urged.

‘And we will.’ Josh’s tone was gentle. ‘You’ve left a message for her and we’ll keep trying her. In the meantime, there’s nothing we can do here, so let’s leave the police to do their job.’

Frustratingly, he was right. Hannah had no choice but to wait for Rosie to make contact.

After answering the questions that the PC had for her and leaving their contact details in case anything further was needed, Hannah followed Josh back to his car, wincing in pain as her sprained foot throbbed from where she had been putting too much pressure on it.

‘Are you going to be okay?’ he asked, dropping her outside her building an hour later. ‘I can help you up to your flat if you want.’

‘It’s fine. I’ve got it.’ Hannah hesitated. ‘But thank you for taking me tonight.’

‘Will you let me know when she shows up? I know I get annoyed with her sometimes, but I’d like to know she’s okay.’

Hannah nodded, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. As far as ex-husbands went, she was pretty bloody lucky.

‘And try to get some rest!’ his voice echoed after her as she climbed from the car.

She made it up the stairs through sheer stubbornness, muttering a number of cuss words about the broken lift as she went, and wishing she had accepted Josh’s offer to help her. Tomorrow she would make an effort to rest her foot, conscious that while she was unable to walk comfortably, she couldn’t take the dogs out, losing precious income. She had scaled back on her copywriting work and what she was earning from that barely covered her bills.

Liam Quinn had a lot to answer for.

The bouquet of brightly coloured flowers resting against her front door immediately caught her attention as she reached the top landing and she hobbled over, both curious and a little wary as to who had left them.

No one she could think of would send her flowers. Unless, of course, it was one of her clients.

The bouquet was simply wrapped in brown paper, with no label to indicate where it had come from. A plain envelope poked out of the top and she plucked it out as she let herself into her flat, kicking off her shoes and heading straight for the kitchen.

She really needed to take the weight off her ankle, but curiosity over the flowers was taking precedence.

Setting the bouquet down on the counter, she opened the envelope, pulling out the card and blinking as she read the words.

It had to be a joke.

Remember, Hannah. Tears don’t wash with me.

Bile rose in her throat and she dropped the card on the counter, angry that her hand was shaking.