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LOS COCOTEROS, LANZAROTE, SUNDAY 17 MARCH 2019Billy paced the length of his living room. He needed a plan, but he couldn’t think straight. Should he flee the island or hunker down and hope? He couldn’t decide. It was Sunday, not twenty-four hours after discovering Oscar’s corpse. He was on the verge of packing a suitcase when his phone rang. His stomach tightened as he glanced at the screen.
Her.
He groaned. This was not what he needed. Not now. Not at any time. Not Ramona.
As he swiped to decline the call, he realised the bad feeling he’d been harbouring could be traced back to when he found out from Ramona that Alvaro was getting out of prison.
She’d been urging him to visit ever since Alvaro was convicted for grievous bodily harm. The prison was only in Tahiche, about a ten-minut
