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How the hell did Emma get into my house? Surely I’d locked it up properly? ‘Thanks for letting me know, Margaret. I really appreciate it. It’s a young friend and she sounds like she needs someone there. I’ll come down this afternoon.’
‘Oh, that’s such a weight off my mind, dear. Do pop in for a cuppa, won’t you?’
‘Of course. Thanks again.’ Margaret as a neighbour really was worth her weight in gold.
I hung up and stood by the reception desk, running things through my head. Staffing, bookings, Andre, Emma, petrol in the Benz.
And Mia. Was it safe to take Mia with me?
The short answer was no. The longer answer was it was only Emma, and she wouldn’t harm Mia. But the guy who was after her would, so I was back to the short answer.
Or I could just call Swan and tell him where Emma was
