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together, Debs. Because they ask you to phone, don’t they, if you have any information? Even if it turns out to be nothing. And I might’ve been the last person to see Abbott alive.”
    “You might not have seen him at all!”
    “I saw a man running. He was so focused he didn’t even realize he’d knocked over a little boy. I picked him up. He’d fallen onto a mobile phone. Not his dad’s …” I trailed off. “I stuck it in my pocket. Goddess, Debs, it could be Abbott’s phone.”
    I put my hands over my eyes. I felt suddenly sick; sapped by the Reiki treatment and lack of nourishment and too much booze and the thought that there was a crucial piece of criminal evidence stashed in my coat pocket. I slid off the stool and went over to the sofa, where I’d thrown my coat and bag when I’d got back last night.
    “You don’t know it was Abbott’s phone for sure,” said Debs, from the sink. “Could have been anyone’s. And if it was a cop’s, I bet it’s locked and passworded against theft.”
    “He didn’t stop when he knocked the boy over. He ran up the lane to St. Mary’s and … disappeared.”
    “That gypsy might have seen something.”
    “She must have seen Abbott pass her in the lane.”
    “What was it she said about your future?”
    “Dunno. It was probably all bunk—” I slammed my teeth together. This morning, Drea had dismissed my belief of Reiki, calling it bunkum. Last night, I had dismissed they gypsy’s forecast in almost the same terms. But surely the gypsy costume had been a carnival game?
    For the first time I clearly recalled Kizzy’s soft hands and Debs’s delighted squeal … she’s promising you sex!
    “She said something very odd, Debs, when you think about it. Something about danger leading to death.”
    “Well, it did, for this copper, didn’t it? So she got that right.”
    I rested my coat back down on the sofa and started to search my bag. “I can’t find the phone.” I tipped the contents of my bag out onto the sofa. “I did have it, Debs. I can remember at least some of last night. Maybe I dropped it too.”
    Debs came over and did the same fruitless search. She stood erect. “Jeans pocket?”
    “I was wearing my green skirt, wasn’t I? No pockets.”
    “Then don’t you see? We gave that gypsy twenty quid to tell a fortune and she took the money and the phone. She had us twice over.”
    “I’m certain she didn’t have the second sight.”
    “No,” Debs agreed. “But I’m certain that she was a thief.”
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    Bridgwater Police Station rose before me—mean, hard, ready and willing to enforce the law. Above my head, rows of square-set windows. At ground level, solid brickwork and shutters. They can see you coming, but you can’t see them. It was months since I’d been in the front office, but apart from the posters on the walls, it hadn’t changed.
    I waited in line to be seen by the duty officer and wondered if I’d get the chance to clap eyes on a certain detective inspector. He probably wouldn’t be here, or be the one to take a statement.
    “Can I help you miss?”
    “Yes, ah …” I brought my striped Doc Ms up to the counter. The police constable behind it was looking through me, her entire face deadpan. She was so smart, so polished and ironed, while I looked so … alternative. “I’m not sure. That is—I’m not sure if I can be of any help, but I think I might have seen something last night.”
    “You think you witnessed something?”
    “Yes. That is—I have no idea. It depends.”
    “Depends on what?” The door behind me swung open and another member of the public came in. Some chap who’d lost his wallet or something. Illogically, I lowered my voice and leaned close to the glass partition. The PC swayed back. She didn’t like the breach of security. “It depends on who died yesterday. I mean, who was shot.”
    “I’m sorry, miss, but you’re not making much sense.”
    “Was it Detective Sergeant Abbott?”
    I saw