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was insinuating that she was in her thirties now, she was rewriting the narrative because even with the cosmetic enhancements, she wasn’t pulling that off. Perhaps she was rudely referring to the fact that she was clearly somewhat younger than me.   
    ‘She’s only fifteen,’ I reminded her sharply. ‘ And I really need to know who did this to my daughter. Has Abigail mentioned any boys that Elizabeth might have had a crush on?’
    Sally shook her head and then stopped and drew in a sharp breath.
    ‘She did say that the girls had gone backstage and met the band. To be honest, I didn’t really believe her at first, but she posted a photo of her and Libby with the lead singer, on Facebook. She showed me and it looked real.’
    ‘I want to see that photo,’ I said, a prickle of dread running down over my very straight spine.
    ‘Are you friends with your daughter on Facebook?’ she asked me and I snorted a no back at her.
    ‘I’m not either. Girls! When did they grow up? So fast. It’s scary,’ she sighed. ‘But we can probably see any photos they took on Abbie’s laptop. It’s in her room. She’s paranoid about taking it to school in case she loses it…But…maybe we should wait and get the girl’s together and question them.’
    ‘No. I want to see any photos of that night, now, before the girls know we are on to them.’ I was firm and insistent.
    Bugger Abigail’s privacy. This was my potential grandchild and I had a right to know what sort of genetic swimming pool it was floating in.
    Abigail’s room was unnaturally spotless for a teenager. Elizabeth’s isn’t too bad but it stays tolerable only because of my constant nagging. The laptop, predictably pink, sat on the desk by the window. It was open. I looked around the room. There were old teddy bears on the bed and a poster of a band on wardrobe door. Just your average teenage girl’s innocent-looking bedroom.
    ‘I really don’t like snooping but this is pretty serious,’ Sally said, fussing with the keyboard.
    ‘Well, that’s an understatement,’ I mumbled.
    The screen saver came on and I gasped. There was a full-screen-sized photograph of a very bedraggled looking man with Abigail on one side and Elizabeth on the other. His hands were around their shoulders and appeared to hanging, resting just over their barely concealed breasts. The girls both had running mascara, and hair all over the place. Elizabeth was holding a glass of champagne and grinning from lips the colour of blood pudding. I felt sick, the bottom of my stomach stewing and acidic.
    ‘That’s Chris Bergin. Christ. The Chris Bergin.’ Sally said and I detected a hint of awe.
    ‘Is this the photo you saw? They’re drinking!’ I demanded.
    ‘No, no. The one I saw was very tame. Just a happy shot of a singer with two of his fans…this is…more…’ she was lost for words.
    ‘Sinister,’ I suggested for her. ‘Look,’ I said peering closer. ‘They are sitting on a bed. A bed! Oh my god, I think my daughter must have gone back to the band party at their hotel.’
    I sat on the edge of Abigail’s bed and tried to steady my breathing. My heart was threatening to derail me. I was dizzy and wondered if I might actually be having a heart attack. Sally was clicking through other photos but looked frustrated.
    ‘Nah,’ she murmured. ‘That’s all I’m coming up with. Hang on. Here’s another one. This is the one she showed me.’
    I looked and saw that it was my Elizabeth  and Abigail with the same man. A more sensible shot. Backstage perhaps. I lay back down on the bed and looked across at the wardrobe. The faces became instantly recognisable. The words on the poster read Drop Dead Gorgeous. I stared into their piercing eyes. Each one. And wondered which one of these ratbags had impregnated my daughter. Or was it a roadie or another fan?
    ‘There’s a video here, but I can’t open it…no…it’s not working…’ she mumbled from across the room.
    Who had