CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
All the way to the bottom of the steps something nagged at Charlotte. Zoe’s voice was familiar. Was it possible she would have some deep memory of her voice tucked away when so much else was missing? It didn’t add up because after so many years, her voice would change. Mature with age.
The other thing was the phone signal. How had Zoe got enough signal to return her call? If she’d been here overnight, presumably she’d have tried to call for help, for an emergency service if she’d had no other numbers. Would a battery last so long? More importantly, how did she get signal from the pool when Charlotte couldn’t get it even halfway down there? There were times she’d got enough signal to get messages at the pool but not under heavy cloud cover.
Something was wrong.
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