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another place, another time. He felt the stirring of old feelings and tried to push them aside. ‘I can help if you’ll let me.’
    ‘I don’t need your help,’ she said bluntly. ‘Did I ask you for it? Did I ask you to come here? No. So please leave me alone.’ Her fingers gripped the side of the door as if he might try and force himself in. ‘Just go home, Harry.’
    Harry, not wanting her to feel threatened, took a step back and put a little more space between the two of them. ‘Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Danny Street, for God’s sake. What’s all that about?’
    ‘It’s none of your business.’
    ‘And last night. Why did you run off like that?’
    Ellen gave a thin smile. ‘Because I didn’t want to have this conversation.’
    Harry raked his fingers through his damp hair and frowned. There was an awkward silence and he became aware of the soft pattering sound of the rain as it fell on the path. ‘I’m worried about you.’
    ‘I’m not your responsibility.’
    Someone’s got to take care of you
, he wanted to say, but realised it would sound both patronising and wrong. ‘That doesn’t stop me from worrying.’
    ‘Well, you don’t need to. I’m fine, okay?’
    ‘What made you come back to London?’
    Ellen exhaled a long exasperated sigh. ‘Please go home, Harry. It’s late. I’ve got nothing more to say to you.’
    Harry noticed her glance quickly over her shoulder as if someone inside might be listening to the conversation. For the first time he thought about her husband. ‘Is Adam here?’
    Ellen’s face twisted, her eyes growing cold. ‘No.’
    ‘He’s not with you?’
    She left a long pause before answering. ‘Adam’s dead.’
    Harry sucked in a breath. ‘Christ, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t realise. How did … What happened?’
    ‘It was over a year ago. He died of cancer.’ Then, before he could say anything else, she moved back into the hallway and finally dismissed him. ‘Goodnight, Harry. Please don’t come back here again.’ The door closed with a firm click and a second later he heard a bolt being pulled across.

11
    Jess yawned and stretched out her arms and legs as far as she could, which wasn’t very far as she was sitting in a Mini. She’d been parked in Leonard Close for over two hours and there was still no sign of Joshua Keynes. She was starting to wonder if he’d got there before her and was already in the house, slouched down on the sofa watching
CSI
with a sandwich in one hand and a mug of cocoa in the other.
    The close consisted of twelve cottage-style properties, six on each side, none of which could have provided the owners with much change from a million quid. She’d done a quick recce of number six, but it was too dark to see much. There was still a light on in one of the ground-floor rooms and a silver Porsche was parked in the driveway. But did the car belong to him or her? And anyway, if it was his, he would have left it at home if he’d known he’d be drinking.
    All the front gardens had hedges which provided her with cover. Unless someone actually came out on the close, she wouldn’t be noticed. She could sit there all night and no one would be any the wiser. And, if the truth be told, she’d probably be none the wiser either. What exactly was she hoping to achieve? Joshua Keynes was hardly likely to come back with Sylvie in tow.
    Jess had worked on her notes for a while, using the iPad to provide her with light. She’d made a list of things to do and placed them in order of priority. Had Harry even been back to Wilder’s to ask about Sylvie’s phone? She presumed not. He had other things on his mind at the moment. He was probably with Ellen right now, warm and dry and comfortable, chatting about old times.
    An hour ago, just after eleven, she had tried to call Neil but his phone was turned off. In bed already or out on the town? Not in bed, she thought, not at this hour on a Saturday night. He’d be out