Friday
05:00
Riley was on his mobile phone when Greg walked in without knocking. This meant that he had something important.
“Right, Cee, I’m going to have to go. If you think of anything else that you have forgotten, give me a shout.” He hung up the phone. He hadn’t been up long. Cecelia had been impossible and neither of them had managed a wink of sleep. By about three AM, he had called Charles to come and see if he could knock any sense into her and he had come back in to work to see if there was anything he could work out from what little they had. He was praying for a miracle, hoping that something would just jump of the page and say. “She’s here!” But nothing was happening help that Cecelia rang him every half an hour.
“We think we might have something, sir.” Greg said.
“What?”
