Dawson paced the room as Lucas dialled. If they could get an idea of Violet’s frame of mind, perhaps they could work out where she’d gone. Or maybe she’d said something to Lauren?
Except Lucas shook his head. Several platitudes later, he promised to keep Lauren updated on the situation and hung up.
“She didn’t speak to her?” Dawson asked.
“You’re right; Lauren did see the story and sent an email and then a message, but Violet didn’t reply.”
“So we can’t be certain whether she knows about the Blackstone mess?”
“No. Why don’t we try guessing her PIN? Then we could see if she read the email or not.”
“Because we’d only get ten chances, and then the phone would lock us out permanently.”
“What we need is a teenage hacker with some time on their hands,” Lucas kidded, but his joke fell flat
