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of us just stand there, then Tom turns to me and with one glance at the

expression on my face says, “Come on. Let’s just go home.”

EVENING

We found out that afternoon that they’ve arrested someone in connection

with Megan Hipwell’s disappearance. Some guy I’d never heard of, a

therapist she’d been seeing. It was a relief, I suppose, because I’d been

imagining all sorts of awful things.

“I told you it wouldn’t be a stranger,” Tom said. “It never is, is it? In

any case, we don’t even know what’s happened. She’s probably fine.

She’s probably run off with someone.”

“So why have they arrested that man, then?”

He shrugged. He was distracted, pulling on his jacket, straightening

his tie, getting ready to go to and meet the day’s last client.

“What are we going to do?” I asked him.

“Do?” He looked at me blankly.

“About her. Rachel. Why was she here? Why was she at the Hipwells’

house? Do you think . . . do you think she was trying to get into our

garden—you know, going through the neighbours’ gardens?”

Tom gave a grim laugh. “I doubt it. Come on, this is Rachel we’re

talking about. She wouldn’t be able to haul her fat arse over all those

fences. I’ve no idea what she was doing there. Maybe she was pissed,

went to the wrong door?”

“In other words, she meant to come round here?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Look, don’t worry about it, OK?

Keep the doors locked. I’ll give her a ring and find out what she’s up to.”

“I think we should call the police.”

“And say what? She hasn’t actually done anything—”

“She hasn’t done anything lately—unless you count the fact that she

was here the night Megan Hipwell disappeared,” I said. “We should have

told the police about her ages ago.”

“Anna, come on.” He slipped his arms around my waist. “I hardly

think Rachel has anything to do with Megan Hipwell’s going missing.

But I’ll talk to her, OK?”

“But you said after last time—”

“I know,” he said softly. “I know what I said.” He kissed me, slipped

his hand into the waistband of my jeans. “Let’s not get the police

involved unless we really need to.”

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