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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

Carla shook her head. ‘Can you give me twenty minutes?’

Bremer looked unsure.

‘Fifteen,’ she said.

He gave a short nod. ‘Fifteen, but if you’ve not got something by then, I’m sending Nell in.’

Carla ran down the corridor to the Telephone Unit. ‘I need cell site, and I need it now.’

Sarah the analyst looked up from her desk, her face briefly studying Carla’s before she replied. ‘Number?’

Carla read out the numbers for Eve, Joanne and Gerry, waiting as the analyst dialled.

‘Yes, I need an urgent cell site on the following numbers.’ Reading them out, she clicked open a map, preparing to plot the coordinates that would tell them where the phones were located. Carla knew it was a long shot. Cell-site analysis would only tell them where the phones were within a mile radius, the phone masts creating a triangle within which they could be located, but if they were lucky they could narrow it down to an area around an address. All she needed now was to know if they were heading to Portsmouth or were still in Oxford.

Sarah noted down coordinates and gestured to the computer for Carla to input them. As soon as she noted the first one, Carla had her answer – they were still in Oxford. As Sarah thrust more coordinates at her – each specific to the different numbers Carla had given her – it became obvious that Joanne and Eve were headed to the Grahams’ home address.

Sarah hung up. ‘All three in the vicinity of Jericho, two currently travelling, one stationary. Does that help?’

Carla looked at the Grahams’ address, bang smack in the centre of the triangle where the phones sat. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘It helps a lot.’

She ran back down the corridor, aware her fifteen minutes was almost up. Pushing through the door she saw Bremer on the radio.

‘Don’t send them to Portsmouth. Joanne, Gerry and Eve are still here.’

‘Where?’

Carla beckoned for the radio. ‘Eve’s,’ she said, as Bremer handed it to her.

‘Nell?’

‘Go ahead.’

‘They’re in the vicinity of the Grahams’ home address. We’ve only got a mile radius, but they’ve pushed it as far as they can and it seems Eve is on her way there now.’

‘What’s the address like, do you know?’

Carla had already opened Google Street View. ‘Very open. Terraced street, so hard to be covert. Garden runs down to canal, so multiple escape routes. I’d say park a street away and assess.’

‘Can you find me an OP?’ Nell asked.

‘An observation post?’

‘Yeah, try to get one across the street where I can see into the house before we go in.’