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I’d have to call Connor to tell him Emma had been here. And was now gone again. If I didn’t, he’d be in the bad books with higher up, and I didn’t want that to happen. I remembered just in time I now had him on speed dial. Fat lot of good when I hadn’t called him this morning.
‘Hiya,’ he said. ‘Not another abusive call, I hope.’
‘No, it’s not that. I need to let you know something.’
‘Ye-e-es.’
‘I found Emma here at my house this morning, hiding in the garden shed, and I didn’t know she was here, I promise, but I gave her some breakfast and then I had to go to work and when I got back just now, she was gone again. Sorry.’
He took a moment to unravel my garbled report. ‘She was there this morning? Safe and sound?’
‘Yes. Cold and hungry, but yes. Not dead.’
‘That’s good. But… why di
