She tried Martin's personal mobile, but got his voice mail again. "Martin, please ring me back. I'm sick of leaving messages. It's too late to go to the cinema, so please bring some food, as all I've got are eggs. If you don't get in touch I'm going to make myself an omelette. And then I'm going to wash my hair and get an early night."
She hoped that would prompt him to remember she existed. He’d become so preoccupied these past few weeks, she worried he was seeing someone else. She knew he was investigating the terrible beheadings and didn't expect him to talk about the case, but he seemed increasingly reluctant to talk to her at all and spent the few evenings he was at home glued to the Internet. When she tried to probe, he snapped at her and told her he was working on private business.
