39 Eighteen years earlier.
Greg had been cagey with her on the phone, and tried to keep the call only a few seconds. He didn’t know how these things worked, but he didn’t want to risk the police getting hold of his mobile phone and seeing a load of panicked texts having been sent to Amy.
Fortunately for him, Amy had no qualms about sneaking out of the house at that time of night to meet him.
‘What’s going on?’ she said, as she met him at the end of the footpath that ran along the back gardens of the road she lived on.
‘Something’s happened,’ Greg said, gesturing for her to follow him further along the path towards the next housing estate. The last thing he wanted was for Lewis to rock up and find them. Although, he was fairly sure Lewis would be occupied for the next hour or two at lea
