reached out a shaking hand, but Cass pulled the phone out of reach, angling the screen in her eyeline.
Almost sick with dread, Liv obeyed.
At first she couldn’t quite tell what it was, but that really didn’t matter because it wasn’t the photo she’d taken almost a year ago. The photo he’d persuaded her to send him. The photo he’d promised he’d deleted. The photo he’d used to buy her silence.
She breathed out slowly, dizzy with relief.
Liv couldn’t quite fathom what she actually was seeing. The dim image showed a hump of something fabric. Bedclothes?
‘There’s a girl, lying down . . .’ she said.
‘And?’
‘She’s got her back to the camera, so I can’t see much. She’s got long dark hair. She’s wearing a pale dressing gown with stars on it. Looks skinny, really skinny. Erm . . . room’s quite dark. Messy. It’s really dark.’
Cass flicked her thumb and index finger at the screen. ‘Let’s zoom in.’
‘Um,’ Liv said. Her eyes narrowed, trying to focus, then widened. ‘Oh.’
‘What is it?’ said Hetty.
‘The girl, I think . . .’
‘What?’ Jez said.
Liv peered at the screen. The clothes piled on a chair. The red lights of a radio alarm clock. The hump on the bed. The dark shape of the head with its long, long tail of hair. Something tugged at the back of her mind and then was gone.
‘Do we know her?’ said Duff.
Liv shook her head. ‘It’s not that. Just . . . Cass, is she dead ?’
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