Thompson’s mobile rang.
Steele.
‘Yes.’
‘Bank called me. Someone withdrew $2000 from the same account as the other night, same ATM, again, no photo. I don’t know whether it helps or not.’
‘She might be having one last dip, might be getting all the cash she can. Maybe she’s a junkie now, in which case she’ll go back again. What time was it?’
‘A few hours ago. And what d’you you mean, now?’
now‘Nothing, a figure of speech. I’ll go back over the CCTV footage.
‘Yes, hopefully, you get her this time. Keep hunting.’
Thompson couldn’t do much more at this stage. He would go back to Kings Cross. He had checked all the online ads in the Wentworth Courier, googled a s**t load more but she might wear a wig, she might do a lot of things. Thompson tried to think about the time he had spent with
