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“Sorry,” Nathan apologised to his escort when his phone rang in his pocket, filling the previously silent corridor with sound. “Stone,” he answered the call, his voice quieter than usual as he strove to avoid disturbing the pupils studying in the classrooms on either side of the corridor.
“Sir, it’s Detective Georgius.”
“How’s it going at the university? Any luck with those names?”
“Some. I’ve managed to get full names, class schedules, and addresses for five of the girls,” Georgie answered. “I’m on my way to find the first of them now. I’m hoping at least one of the girls I’ve been able to identify will be able to tell me who Rebecca and Tessa are; if they can’t, and Patrick won’t tell you who they are when you speak to him, we’ll have to think of some other way to identify them.”
