POV: Yessica | Location: Edinburgh
Yessica didn't sleep.
Not properly. She lay in the dark with Claire's weight pressing against her ribs and Pippa's message still unread on her phone and ran the same arithmetic over and over until it stopped feeling like betrayal and started feeling like something she could work with.
At 5:47 AM she got up.
Made tea. Stood at the window watching Victoria Street in the pre-dawn dark. The haar was down again, sitting in the valley of the old town, blurring the castle into grey.
By six she had a plan.
She called Rafferty.
He answered on the second ring. No indication that it was before seven, no suggestion that the hour was unusual.
"You've read the filing," he said.
"Yes." She sat at the small desk. "I need to ask you something."
"Ask."
"Pippa Ha
