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drove to work herself, sir? She didn’t get a lift from a colleague, which could explain why her car is here?”
    â€œNo, for God’s sake! She called me from her car, down in the car park. She said she’d seen a man down there and screamed. It was a terrible sound. It wasn’t like her. Can we go back down to the car park and take a look?” Jamie pleaded.
    The officer’s radio crackled. Jamie heard a disembodied female voice say something he couldn’t discern.
    â€œCharlie Romeo Four,” Susi Holliday answered. “We’re still attending at Chesham Gate.”
    â€œThank you, Charlie Romeo Four. Let me know when you stand down.”
    â€œYes, yes,” she replied. Then she turned to Jamie Ball.
    â€œDid you and your fiancée have any kind of an argument today, sir?” Susi Holliday asked.
    â€œArgument? No, why?”
    â€œI noticed blood on the bottom of your bathroom door, earlier.”
    â€œOh, that. She tripped getting out of bed and gashed her toe on it. She was going to go to the hospital this morning to get it looked at.”
    â€œThe hospital would be able to verify that, would they, sir?”
    â€œYes, of course.” Then Jamie Ball hesitated and stared at the officer. “Oh God, you think I did something to her? For Christ’s sake!”
    â€œI’m afraid we have to ask these questions, sir.”
    Jamie grabbed the spare keys to Logan’s car and then they took the lift back down to the car park to join Kyrke, and the three of them headed over to the Fiat.
    â€œOne thing I should add,” Ball said, “is that Logan’s diabetic. She’s Type-2—needs to keep her sugar levels up, otherwise she can risk a hypo.”
    The officer nodded. “Where do you work, Mr. Ball?”
    â€œIn Croydon, Condor pet foods.”
    â€œWe’ve got two Rhodesian Ridgebacks,” PC Kyrke said, walking over and joining them. “The wife swears by Condor— Condor Vitalife .”
    â€œGood to hear that,” Jamie said, without enthusiasm. “It’s an excellent product.”
    â€œBetter than raw meat?”
    He shrugged. “From what I know it’s more of a balanced diet than raw meat.”
    They reached the Fiat.
    â€œShe was down here when she called you?” PC Holliday asked. She held up her iPhone. “It’s a very poor signal.”
    Jamie nodded. He pulled out his phone again. The signal veered from one dot, to zero, to two. He dialed Logan’s number again, and moments later heard it ringing. Very faintly.
    They all could.
    For an instant, the caretaker and two officers looked at him. Frowning, he fumbled with the key then opened the car door. Instantly the ringing was louder.
    Her phone was lying in the footwell almost under the passenger seat.
    He started to lean across to pick it up, but was held back by PC Holliday, who reached past him with a gloved hand. The ringing stopped. Holliday knew that recovered phones were normally retained for forensic digital evidence, but as a life was potentially at risk she decided to check the phone immediately. She held it up and asked him for the code, which he gave her. She tapped it in and stared at the display, and saw nine missed calls from “Jamie Mob.” She asked if it was him and he confirmed it was.
    He looked at the two police officers. “She’d never—she’d never leave her phone. She wouldn’t go anywhere without it.”
    But although he could see sympathy in their expressions, he could also see they were a tad skeptical.
    â€œI’m afraid all of us leave our phones behind sometimes,” PC Holliday said. “Done it myself.”
    â€œMe too,” the caretaker chipped in. “I couldn’t find the thing for two days.”
    â€œSomething’s happened to her. Please believe me. Something’s happened. I heard her scream, for God’s sake!”
    Their radios crackled