Chapters (81)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Prologue
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- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
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She hung up and turned to find Bremer at his door, watching her.
‘It all points to Gloria,’ she said, ‘where else would he go?’
He nodded. ‘I’ll tell them to go easy on her. Thank you.’ He pulled his mobile phone from his back pocket. ‘Now go home. Back in early doors.’
As he walked off, Carla checked the clock on the wall. Shit. She was already an hour late for her fiancé, Baz. It was a wonder the man hadn’t left her by now. But as she grabbed her bag her desk phone rang. She paused. Shit. Shit shit shit.
‘Carla speaking.’
‘Telephone Unit. Got a partial result.’
‘That was quick.’
‘I had O2 on the phone while I was speaking with you and asked them to run O’Brian’s numbers over.’
‘Can you send them across? Anything interesting?’
‘Yes and no.’
‘Go on.’
‘Well the only call he’s made in the last twenty-four hours is the one he made to 999.’
‘What, nothing at all since then?’ She hadn’t expected miracles but had hoped for the start of a lead. A number he’d called to indicate where he’d gone. But no calls at all? Where the hell was he then?
‘You said yes and no. Is the yes a little more helpful?’
‘It is, as a matter of fact. There’s a number O’Brian called just before 999—’
‘How much before?’ Carla interrupted.
‘Two minutes, thirty-nine seconds. And that number called O’Brian three times in the last twelve hours.’
‘But he didn’t pick up?’
‘No, all unanswered.’
‘Can you trace the number for me? As a matter of urgency?’
‘Well that’s the thing. I don’t have to.’
‘What?’
‘It’s a number from the list you gave me.’
Carla rested her head in the palm of her hand, because of course she knew the answer.
‘Who?’
‘Gloria Benote. I’ll send it all over now.’
Carla snapped her head up. ‘No.’ She glanced at Bremer’s closed door. If she got the call data now she’d have to tell him Gloria was definitely involved and that would mean her hauled in to a cell overnight and her kid carted off by social services. If she waited until morning that would give Nell and Paul time to check out Gloria’s flat, and if O’Brian wasn’t there then they could just ask Gloria about the calls in the morning.
‘Carla?’
She realised she’d been biting her lip. ‘Sorry. Can you send it over in the morning? I’ve got what I need and can pass that to the team to action tonight, yeah? If you send me the whole lot I’ll never get out of here.’
‘Sure thing. I’ll send off the others to Vodafone now.’