LOGINEvelyn
Doris shifted behind Adrian. And from the corner of my eyes, I noticed. Margaret remained ever still.“We don’t have all morning.”I turned toward her, unsure of how to reply to her, feeling the hatred towards her hanging on my chest… a child murderer, she was.Adrian looked at his mother. “Let her read it.”Margaret’s expression hardened, but she said nothing.The lawyer slid the first set of documents toward me.I read slKendallThe 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
DorisFor three nights, I sat at my kitchen table with my laptop open, going through Evelyn Parker’s medical records. The old login still worked. I had used it months earlier while collecting documents for Adrian, and nobody had bothered to close the account. I knew I was taking a risk accessing the system again, but the papers I'd found had given me enough reason to continue. Damien had refused to answer my questions when I visited his flat. His confidence had irritated me. I wanted something solid enough to take to the authorities, something that would destroy his reputation and make him pay for whatever he had done, destroy Evelyn and probably bring back Adrian. That was why I went to the records building on the third night. I waited until the main entrance had closed before driving there. I knew the side entrance code from my months of collecting Parker paperwork. I entered it, and the lock clicked open. Inside, the corr
KendallBefore Evelyn had arrived that day, Isaac and I went for breakfast in the morning after I broke down in his hotel room. I had slept badly, waking twice to check whether he was still there. Both times, he had been sitting at the desk or lying on the other side of the bed, giving me room.At breakfast, he ordered eggs and toast while I settled for tea and a plate of fruit. We sat near the window, watching traffic build along the road.“Did you get any sleep?” he asked.“Some.”“You were exhausted last night.”“I was embarrassed.”He put down his fork. “About what?”“Crying all over you after I told you to leave me alone.”“You were upset, Kendall. You didn't need to apologise for that.”“I can't change what I did,” I said. “I can only be honest with you now.”“Then be honest with yourself first. Do you want to be with me, or are you hurting over losing Raymond?”I looked







