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Cooper said.
    â€˜That’s useful to know, Officer Cooper.’
    â€˜David,’ he said.
    Lucy scrolled on through the wall posts, but no more came from Bradley.
    â€˜Is that his only contact with her?’
    â€˜Oh no,’ Cooper said. ‘From then on in, he contacted her through her messages rather than her wall. More privacy.’
    He opened her message account and opened the first message. It was posted the same day as the comments about her picture.
    Hey Karen, Don’t put yourself down. Too many people will do that to you. U look lovely. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Friends, family, whoever. WTF do they know anyway? Don’t take any shit from anybody. Paul x
    â€˜He knows how to impress a fifteen-year-old girl,’ Lucy said. She read through the rest of his messages. Many of them commented on music or books he had read, with Karen replying that she loved the same song, or the same author. ‘They’re remarkably well matched, too,’ she added.
    â€˜Everything he mentioned there, she had listed as her Likes. It’s like he’s tailor-made for her.’
    About eight weeks earlier, Paul had suggested they should meet. They agreed to do so in the Foyleside Shopping Centre, at his suggestion, at 3.30 on the following Saturday afternoon.
    â€˜He chose a public place to meet,’ Lucy commented. ‘To make her feel safe.’
    â€˜Every update she made thereafter to her page is made via iPhone,’ Cooper said. ‘That seems to have been when she got her new phone. And her messages to him stop completely. So, either they fell out on their first date ...’
    â€˜Or they found an alternative method of communication.’
    â€˜I assume her iPhone hasn’t been found, or I’d have been examining that too.’
    Lucy shook her head. ‘You can’t trace it, can you?’
    â€˜I can try reverse tracking it through her account for a number, then try the mobile networks to get access to the records but it’ll take weeks, probably.’
    Lucy nodded. ‘Can we trace Paul Bradley?’
    â€˜That might be a little quicker. He says in some of his messages that his mobile is broken, so there’s no number recorded for him here. Presumably after Karen got her phone, he gave her a number that she was able to use. I could get a warrant and ask Facebook to give me the ISP address for his activities.’
    â€˜And for the younger generation that means?’
    â€˜Where he used the internet. His home Wi-Fi or that. We can trace back to the phone line that he was attached to each time he logged on. It’ll take a day or two to get, but it is one way.’
    â€˜That would be great, David.’
    â€˜You’re very welcome, DS Black,’ Cooper said.
    â€˜Call me Lucy.’
    â€˜Lucy,’ he agreed.

Chapter Eight
    B urns was standing with the CID team investigating Karen’s death in the incident room when Lucy arrived just before noon. Two smaller desks had been pushed together in the centre of the room, around which were placed ten chairs. The two main walls were covered with corkboards onto which already a variety of crime scene pictures had been pinned, including ones depicting Karen’s remains in situ. A timeline ran along the top of the noticeboard, marked from Thursday, when she had first gone missing, until Sunday night, when she had been found. A few markers had already been placed along its spectrum.
    DS Tara Gallagher was standing at the coffee urn with a newly promoted DS whom Lucy had met before called Mickey Sinclair, a thin faced, handsome man. When they saw Lucy, Tara raised a polystyrene coffee cup interrogatively, to which Lucy nodded.
    â€˜Inspector Fleming’s not joining us?’ Burns asked, approaching her. Now, out of the forensics suit he’d been wearing the previous night, Lucy could see that Burns’s hair – loose, sandy curls – was already thinning. His