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Isaac Belham had made a mistake at the funeral.I could still hear his voice whenever I closed my eyes. He was becoming a problem I couldn't afford to ignore.On the drive home, Evelyn barely spoke. She sat beside me with her head against the window, occasionally wiping her cheeks. I reached for her hand, but she only gave me a weak smile.“Are you hungry?” I asked.“No.”“You haven't eaten since morning.”“I don't feEvelynThe television was playing when I woke up. Damien had left it on the previous night, and the morning news was running at a low volume. I reached across the bed for my phone, intending to switch it off, when a familiar name caught my attention. “Police have confirmed the death of Isaac Belham following a vehicle accident late last night. His car was discovered at the bottom of a hillside after it reportedly veered off the road near the Northpoint route. Investigators are examining the circumstances surrounding the crash, including the possibility of a deliberate act.” I sat up. “Isaac?” The reporter continued, showing footage of a damaged section of road and police vehicles gathered around the scene. “Mr Belham was known to have been involved in several investigations in recent months. Police have yet to establish what caused the vehicle to leave the road.” I reached for the remote and increased the volume.
DamienIsaac Belham had made a mistake at the funeral. I could still hear his voice whenever I closed my eyes. He was becoming a problem I couldn't afford to ignore. On the drive home, Evelyn barely spoke. She sat beside me with her head against the window, occasionally wiping her cheeks. I reached for her hand, but she only gave me a weak smile. “Are you hungry?” I asked. “No.” “You haven't eaten since morning.” “I don't feel like eating.” “Evelyn, you need to take care of yourself.” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “I'm sorry she's gone.” She didn't respond. So much unspoken. Fuck you, Isaac Belham. I dropped her off at my flat and went straight into the kitchen. She followed me and sat at the counter. “Are you going out tonight?” she asked. “I have some work to finish at the hospital.” “Today?” “There's
EvelynKendall'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







