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I woke up at Damien's flat with a message from Kendall still unanswered on my phone. I had sent her a text the previous evening, telling her I would call when I got back from dinner, but I hadn't heard from her since.I called her number.It rang several times before going to voicemail.“She's probably busy,” Damien said from the kitchen. “Come and have breakfast.”I put the phone down and joined him. He had already made coffee and placeEvelynKendall's funeral was held three days later. That was when I understood that indeed, my very best friend had left me, and I was all alone. That was when I saw her. I had barely slept since the police confirmed her death. Every morning, I reached for my phone to call her before remembering that she would never answer again. Damien stayed close throughout those days, helping with the arrangements and making sure I ate. Raymond had also been involved in the preparations. He arrived early on the morning of the funeral and stood near the entrance, greeting the few people who had come to pay their respects. The service began, but I struggled to follow what was being said. I kept remembering Kendall's face, her voice, and all the times she had encouraged me when I felt I had nobody else. When the minister invited those who wished to speak, I stood. I walked towards the front and looked at the people gathered in the
EvelynI woke up at Damien's flat with a message from Kendall still unanswered on my phone. I had sent her a text the previous evening, telling her I would call when I got back from dinner, but I hadn't heard from her since. I called her number. It rang several times before going to voicemail. “She's probably busy,” Damien said from the kitchen. “Come and have breakfast.” I put the phone down and joined him. He had already made coffee and placed a plate of toast on the table. “Have you spoken to Kendall recently?” I asked. “Not since yesterday. Why?” “I was expecting to hear from her.” “Give her time. She's been dealing with a lot lately.” I nodded and picked up my cup. Before I could take a sip, my phone rang again. The number was unfamiliar. “Hello?” “Good morning. Am I speaking with Ms Evelyn Parker?” “Yes. Who is this?” “My name is Detective
KendallThe side entrance was unlocked.I pushed the door gently and stepped inside. The warehouse was larger than it had looked from outside, with tall metal shelves and wooden crates arranged in long rows. A few overhead lights were working, leaving several corners in shadow.“Hello?” I called.There was no answer.I took out my phone and switched on the torch. The first few crates contained ordinary medical supplies: gloves, syringes, disinfectants, and sealed boxes of equipment. Further inside, I found several cartons labelled with hospital department names.I stopped at one marked Fertility Clinic — Archived Transfers.My heart began beating faster.I opened the top carton and found files arranged in plastic sleeves. Some carried patient reference numbers, others had transfer dates and department codes. I recognised the handwriting from Doris's notes.I began photographing the labels.One file had Evelyn's patient number.I pulled it out and opened it. The first page was a referr
KendallI spent most of the morning going through the photographs I had taken at Doris's flat. I enlarged the documents, checked the dates, and arranged them in chronological order. The more I looked, the more I realised Doris had been investigating Damien for longer than I had imagined.There were records of Evelyn's delayed appointments, altered theatre schedules, and transfers from the hospital archives. Some pages carried Damien's name. Others had been signed by people whose positions at the hospital gave them access to Evelyn's medical history. It was all correlating to everything we had found back then when we chased after Laura Hensley and it slowly brought back all the memories.Except some of it were not matching what Damien, and Raymond in particular had found… things that had pointed towards Margaret… now, only one name kept popping up everywhere.Damien!Then there was the delivery slip.Northpoint Industrial Estate. Unit 14.I searched the address online. It was a warehou
KendallEvelyn messaged just after eight.Damien and I are going for a walk. I'll be back later. Thank you for today.She sounded calmer. I had a little time to myself.I opened the photograph of an old Parker staff contact sheet on my phone. I had kept it from the period when Evelyn and I sorted through her documents. Doris's address was listed beneath her name.I collected my keys and drove there.The building was an older block of flats. A woman in a dressing gown stood on the third-floor landing, watering a plant.“Are you looking for someone?” she asked.“Doris Hale. I heard what happened. I knew her through the Parker office, and I came to collect some documents she kept for me.”The woman studied me. “Are you family?”“No. We worked together on a few things.”“Doris didn't say anyone was coming.”“She may not have expected this. She used to keep a spare key with you, didn't she?”After a moment, the woman took a key from her pocket. “The police have already been here. They said
EvelynI had gone to Kendall’s that morning from the hotel, hoping to spend an hour with her before Damien came to see me. I was still getting used to sleeping in a room that wasn't mine, and the hotel staff had started recognising me. I needed a familiar face.The news alert came while the kettle was boiling.Doris Hale, former Parker assistant, found dead in hospital records corridor. Police investigate possible robbery.I read it twice. Then I opened the article. The report was brief. A cleaner had found Doris during the early hours. Her bag and phone were missing, and police were treating the incident as a possible robbery gone wrong. My heart sunk.“What's happened?” Kendall asked.She had come out of the spare room, tying her hair back. I handed her the phone.“Doris is dead.”“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “What?” Kendall read the headline, then scrolled through the article. “At the hospital?”“In the records corridor.”“After hours?”“That is what it says.”She placed my phone on the







