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contact this guy, see what else he’s working on. If he likes you that much, he’ll be interested in seeing you again for another part.’
    ‘Maybe.’
    ‘Let’s get out of here.’ Lizzy was trying hard to sound cheerful. ‘You need to take a walk, have some time away from that hospital. We’ll go and get a coffee or something.’
    ‘Okay,’ Emma said, ‘that’ll be nice.’
    Just then her mobile rang.
    She spun around, looking for the phone, and saw it on top of the breakfast table. As she dashed over to get it her heart leapt when she saw the Caller ID.
    It was Dan.
    ‘It’s him,’ she shouted, panicking, grabbing the phone.
    ‘Dan, where are you, are you okay?’ she spluttered, not even giving him a chance to say a word.
    She forced herself to stop talking and listen, but was met with silence.
    ‘Dan, are you there?’
    Again there was nothing.
    ‘Dan?’
    Then the line went dead.
    She looked across at Lizzy, but before her friend had a chance to say anything the phone rang again.
    ‘Dan?’ she said.
    ‘Hi, is that Emma Holden?’ a deep male voice asked.
    ‘Yes, yes,’ she replied, taken aback by the fact that it wasn’t Dan on the other end of the line.
    ‘Detective Inspector Mark Gasnier here. I’m part of the team investigating the serious assault on Richard Carlton. I was hoping to speak with you today…’
    ‘Sure,’ she said, meeting Lizzy’s interested gaze.
    ‘This morning okay?’
    ‘That’s fine. Do you want me to come down to a police station?’
    ‘That won’t be necessary. We’ll come over to you.’
     
    ***
     
    He stood on the opposite side of the street, looking up at the window of the flat. It had been risky to call, especially while he had been standing only metres away, but he just had to hear her voice, if only for a few seconds.
    He could sense the anxiety, the desperation.
    It was all worth it.
    A double-decker rumbled past and briefly obscured the view, its sides plastered with an advertisement for the latest West End musical. He took one last look at the flat before heading for the tube, making his way towards the hospital.

 
     
    6
     
     
     
    Will sat down on the grass, closing his eyes and letting the warmth from the powerful sun bathe his face. A gentle breeze wafted his shirt and amongst the shouts and laughter of fellow visitors he could hear birdsong. In any normal situation this would feel like heaven. He had been wandering around a bustling, vibrant Regent’s Park for more than an hour, already completing a couple of circuits. He knew what had brought him here – this place harked back to happier times. It was the place his parents used to take him to, when he and Emma were children – he’d seen the photos, with the four of them sprawled out on a picnic blanket, surrounded by treats.
    Even Dad had looked happy in those days.
    He lay there for a few minutes, watching the brightness of the underside of his eyelids. But he couldn’t just shut out the world and its problems – especially when the problem was internal. He opened his eyes and scanned the park. The sun had really brought out the crowds, especially the families. It was a huge playground, with kids running around, playing football and chase. He focussed on a small boy who was trying to launch a kite, but there really wasn’t enough wind, and the kite kept crashing down and bouncing along the ground. As he watched the boy pick up the kite to try again, he saw him, sitting on the grass, looking in his direction. The hairs on the back of Will’s neck bristled, and his pulse quickened.
    ‘It can’t be,’ he mouthed.
    He stared across at the figure, which still seemed to be staring back. But it was just too far away to make out the man’s face, and the sun distorted the view somewhat. Will’s first reaction was to turn and run, or at the very least pretend he hadn’t noticed the attention. But then he was overcome by anger. Anger at what had happened to Richard, and to Emma.
    He