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Back When I Lost You
Chapters (81)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Dedication
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-one
  26. Twenty-two
  27. Twenty-three
  28. Twenty-four
  29. Twenty-five
  30. Twenty-six
  31. Twenty-seven
  32. Twenty-eight
  33. Twenty-nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-one
  36. Thirty-two
  37. Thirty-three
  38. Thirty-four
  39. Thirty-five
  40. Thirty-six
  41. Thirty-seven
  42. Thirty-eight
  43. Thirty-nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-one
  46. Forty-two
  47. Forty-three
  48. Forty-four
  49. Forty-five
  50. Forty-six
  51. Forty-seven
  52. Forty-eight
  53. Forty-nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-one
  56. Fifty-two
  57. Fifty-three
  58. Fifty-four
  59. Fifty-five
  60. Fifty-six
  61. Fifty-seven
  62. Fifty-eight
  63. Fifty-nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-one
  66. Sixty-two
  67. Sixty-three
  68. Sixty-four
  69. Sixty-five
  70. Sixty-six
  71. Sixty-seven
  72. Epilogue
  73. Acknowledgments
  74. Read More
  75. Prologue
  76. One
  77. Two
  78. Three
  79. Four
  80. Follow Merilyn online
  81. Dedication

‘The night before the man died. I remembered it when I saw the police the next day but didn’t think it could be important.’

‘But important enough for you to notice her?’ Nell got it, people didn’t like to speak to the police unless they had to, but it sure as hell didn’t help them do their job.

‘And what was she doing?’ Nell asked, when the woman didn’t reply.

‘She was standing for a while but then she went to that phone box.’ The woman pointed to a phone box opposite the flat. ‘She was looking around under the phone and then she made a call. Two maybe. I thought it was odd because no one ever uses the phone box, especially not so late at night, and also she was there for a while but I couldn’t see her speaking to anyone.’

That would fit with the fourteen-minute time lag between calls. ‘Can you describe her for me?’

‘I’m not sure. It was dark.’ The woman shrugged apologetically. ‘She was maybe, tall?’

‘How about her age, any sense of that?’

‘I would think about fifty, maybe older.’

It wasn’t much but it was something. Nell took down the woman’s name, thanked her, then called Paul over.

‘I’ve got confirmation the woman from the CCTV made the calls. Check the number so we can confirm that it’s the same as the one on the phone bill.’

‘Will do.’ Paul’s armpits were ringed with sweat as he jogged across the road to note the number. Nell watched him pull the pen lid off with his teeth before she turned to look up at the flat. Something was niggling her and it took a moment for her to identify what it was. Everything was so clean. So far the flat hadn’t revealed one bit of DNA, which, considering the amount of men traipsing in and out of it, was a surprise in itself, and now they knew the killer had used a phone box?

This was someone who knew police procedure. Someone who knew what traces could be made and what a call from a mobile phone could reveal. But then, thanks to the plethora of crime novels and TV dramas revealing every secret the police had, everyone was now an armchair expert in police procedure. So did this mean anything?

Paul ran back across the road, slightly out of breath. ‘Got it. It’s the same. Want me to ring it in to Carla?’

‘No, we’re done here. We can take it back with us.’

‘What’s up? I thought you’d be happy to finally have a lead.’

‘Doesn’t strike you as odd there’s so little forensics to go on? I bet you that phone box is as clean as a whistle too, yet we know she placed the £500 there for Gloria to find, so you’d think there’d be a trace.’