‘The working day begins,’ Sarah declared, getting to her feet.
‘I’ll drop the cups in the recycling bin.’ Emma needed a few moments alone to push trepidation to the back of her mind. Nothing would be gained by fretting over what might or might not be true; she must immerse herself in tedious exercises, give neither Harie nor Sarah reason to doubt her determination to succeed.
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A signalling problem halted the train halfway to Safety Beach, giving Emma time to consider what to do with the knowledge gained from an unforeseen courtyard conversation. Information about Harie’s past and the presence of agents and informers within the PCB could be shared with Cal, but any suggestion of a link with Jack’s trial must remain unspoken. His barrister, Penelope Watts-Smith, had every confidence
