I read the message three times.
Then I hand the phone to Rhys without speaking because my voice has temporarily abandoned me and the sandwich in my hand has lost all appeal and the golden afternoon light through the window is doing its beautiful thing completely indifferent to the fact that everything just tilted.
Rhys reads it.
His jaw does the thing.
"Helena Cross is Tasha's aunt," he says.
"That is what it says," I reply.
"Which means when Helena said she had been watching you for eighteen months..." he says slowly.
"...she had a source inside my life," I say. "Tasha. Her own niece. Already embedded."
The window seat suddenly feels very small.
I stand up and walk to the middle of the room and stand there in the dust and the old stone quiet and I think about
