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The one saving grace about keeping a friendship with Kieran is that I know I can rely on him if I need him. And right now I really need him.
The early morning sun streams in through my kitchen window, and I’m secretly quite proud of myself for getting up so early on a Saturday morning. But I know exactly why I have. I’m renewed with vigour. I’ve got a focus. A direction. A plan.
‘This is going to sound really weird,’ I say to Kieran, cradling the phone between my cheek and shoulder as I try to do the washing up, ‘but do you still speak to your mate Danny or David? The guy who works for the police.’
‘Darryl? Yeah sometimes. Why’s that?’
I wipe my hands dry on my jeans and scribble Darryl down on the kitchen notepad, just under bacon and bread. ‘Oh, just wondered. I thought I saw him
