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and get a coffee. There's nothing we can do until we get some more information.'
    Twenty minutes later, the two men were sitting in a basement bar around the corner when Andy Davidson's phone began to ring. Cutler was sipping a large, frothing cappuccino, but the slim, fair-haired sergeant had opted for a lemonade.
    Cutler had almost smiled. Who ordered lemonade these days? He watched as Andy sipped it and was about to smile and make a joke about what had policing come to and why weren't they drinking beer in a pub, when he froze. As he blinked, Andy Davidson disappeared. In his place was a tall man in his late thirties. His hair was dark, unlike Andy's. He was handsome, but he wasn't smiling.

    The weight of the world sat on his shoulders.
    Cutler's breath raced in his ears, drowning him in the sound. The man was sitting on the stool next to Cutler and sipping a glass of water. He turned to look at Cutler, his mouth moving but in the roar that filled his head, Cutler couldn't hear the words. He frowned, his own mouth moving.
    This was wrong. This was very wrong. He blinked again, but the man was still there. What was his brain doing? Had he been drugged? Was this LSD
    at work? The man was still speaking to him, and he reached forward and gripped Cutler's arm.
    'Sir?'
    The word cut through the white noise in his head, distant at first, and then suddenly loud.
    'Sir?' Andy repeated.
    The man was gone. The sergeant was back, his lemonade - just like a glass of water - sitting on the bar. Cutler looked down. Andy's hand was on his arm. His other held his mobile phone.
    'Are you OK, sir?'
    'Yes,' he said, his breath catching slightly in his throat. 'Yes, sorry. Just wandered off somewhere for a moment.'
    'You looked like you'd seen a ghost.' Andy frowned, concerned. 'Maybe time to lay off the caffeine.'
    'Maybe.' Cutler smiled. He took a deep breath.
    It had been nothing. Just his brain playing a trick on him. Maybe Andy was right. Maybe he did drink too much coffee.
    'That was Jon Weir calling, sir,' Andy said.

    'They've checked out the owner of that box, and you were right. Eryn Bunting is a schoolteacher.
    Knows nothing about any safety deposit box and has been teaching all day. She was in a lesson when Janet Scott was killed.'
    'Get back on the phone. I want a list of her friends and neighbours. Anyone she shares any rubbish bins with. Someone used her ID. She must know our killer.' Cutler looked at the half-drunk coffee. He suddenly didn't want it any more. 'Sod it,' he said. 'Let's go and take a look ourselves. I could use some fresh air.'
    He was glad to get out of the bar and back out onto the streets. He wanted to put some distance between himself and that strange moment. It was just his brain, he thought again, playing tricks on him. Happened to everyone. He climbed into the passenger seat and stared out of the window as Andy drove.
    It was the coat that was bothering him. Why would his brain have dressed up a figment of his imagination in a Second World War greatcoat?

Chapter Five
    It was amazing what the internet could do when you knew how, and Suzie had made sure she'd known how. Within three hours spent hunched over the slim laptop, she'd created a passable history for Sue Costa, her new persona. A few brief news stories on the right websites, the inevitable Linkedin account, and the activation of a website for the fictional company that she had apparently just left the employment of.
    It would be enough should anyone conduct
    a quick search on her. She doubted they would.
    Most people were relatively slack, and the higher up the food chain you went the more likely it was that you'd presume someone else had already done the checking. She remote accessed the required email account and smiled to find that it was still working. She'd been prepared to run a dictionary attack to find a new password, but it seemed that even in the Department no one in the admin offices listened to the drill of 'change your passwords