50 Nick
Having switched on my laptop and opened my web browser, I fight the urge to download Tor and log on to the dark web. A large part of me desperately wants to see if Geoff has been in touch – see what he has to say for himself – but I can’t risk it. That connection now has to be completely severed. Instead, I check my emails.
I don’t know how so many people have found my email address, but there’s a deluge of messages from complete strangers giving me their theories as to what happened to Ellie. Perhaps predictably, a number of them accuse me, Tasha or both of us of killing her and hiding her body. Some of the messages contain the most vile abuse I’ve ever read, but right now that’s washing over me. I know they’re wrong, and soon enough so will they.
Some of the friendlier theorie
