Please Helga, be at home. The second prayer of the night. She checked her watch. Eleven thirty. If Helga wasn't out partying, she'd be in bed.
'Hello?’
It was Sol's voice, annoyed and wary at this late call.
'Will you accept a reverse charge call from Eva Dennehy?' said the operator.
Silence. 'Yes.'
'Go ahead, please.'
'Hi, Sol, sorry to call so late. Is Helga there?'
'She's at her sister's in Melbourne, she's due back tomorrow.'
Shit. Eva remembered Helga mentioning a visit to her sister. She'd planned to ask Helga to phone for a taxi to pick her up and take her back to Helga's house for the night and then drop her home in the morning at nine o'clock when Vera their cleaner arrived, so she could let Eva in. Asking Sol to do so wasn't even an option. The last thing Eva wanted to do
