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When I get back down to the reception area, there’s no-one around. That doesn’t particularly surprise me, but it does mean I don’t need to bother about explaining myself. I leave the key on the reception desk and step out onto the street.
It already feels brighter and sunnier out here. It was pretty bright and sunny earlier, but now it feels as if a veil has lifted from in front of my face. I feel lighter, freer. This is the space I need to be in to be able to come to terms with what’s happened and to find out who killed Lisa and Jess – and why.
As I make my way back to Marek’s bar, a realisation strikes me. It’s something I think I realised a while back, but perhaps not consciously. Ever since I left Herne Bay I’ve been telling myself that being on the run is a way to give myself th
