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RACHEL
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FRIDAY, JULY 19, 2013
MORNING
The 8:04 is almost deserted. The windows are open and the air is cool
after yesterday’s storm. Megan has been missing for around 133 hours,
and I feel better than I have in months. When I looked at myself in the
mirror this morning, I could see the difference in my face: my skin is
clearer, my eyes brighter. I feel lighter. I’m sure I haven’t actually lost an
ounce, but I don’t feel encumbered. I feel like myself—the myself I used
to be.
There’s been no word from Scott. I scoured the Internet and there was
no news of an arrest, either, so I imagine he just ignored my email. I’m
disappointed, but I suppose it was to be expected. Gaskill rang this
morning, just as I was leaving the house. He asked me whether I would
be able to come by the station today. I was terrified for a moment, but
then I heard him say in his quiet, mild tone that he just wanted me to
look at a couple of pictures. I asked him whether Scott Hipwell had been
arrested.
“No one has been arrested, Ms. Watson,” he said.
“But the man, the one who’s under caution . . . ?”
“I’m not at liberty to say.”
His manner of speaking is so calming, so reassuring, it makes me like
him again.
I spent yesterday evening sitting on the sofa in jogging bottoms and a
T-shirt, making lists of things to do, possible strategies. For example, I
could hang around Witney station at rush hour, wait until I see the redhaired
man from Saturday night again. I could invite him for a drink and
see where it leads, whether he saw anything, what he knows about that
night. The danger is that I might see Anna or Tom, they would report me
and I would get into trouble (more trouble) with the police. The other