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Portia took the news remarkably well. ‘Okay. To where?’‘Dunno. Hotel, I guess. While I look for a place.’‘Don’t be an idiot. You’re coming to stay with me.’‘Portia, I don’t want to—’‘It’s settled. You’re coming. Now,’ she said, kicking off her heels and grabbing the wine bottle from me for a swig of her own. ‘Start from the top. What’s going on?’‘I resigned. From Velos.’That stopped her. She lowered the bottle. ‘But I thought you loved that job. Not that I ever understood why, all those spreadsheets and corporate wankery. But you loved it.’‘That was when Lochlan was the boss. He isn’t anymore. Soraya is. And I’m not working for the woman who tried to send me to prison.’Portia’s eyes widened. ‘What? Why? How?’‘He didn’t tell me. Not in so many words. But I’m not stupid. I guess he traded his company for my freedom.’She was silent for a moment, thinking it over.‘Yeah,’ she said finally, handing the bottle back. ‘That tracks. The bastard actually has a heart. Who knew?’ She nud

‘Ooh, shady,’ she said, kicking off her heels. ‘What do you need? A fake passport? A stalker detained?’‘I need someone to take a peek at a cold case file. A missing person. From 2013.’Her eyebrows shot up. ‘Who’s missing?’‘A boy named Benji Moss. Fifteen years old. Went to St Catherine’s School in Tunbridge Wells. He never came home from the library one Saturday. Case went cold.’Portia swirled her wine, thinking. ‘2013? That’s ancient history. The file will be gathering dust in some archive. But… yeah, I know a guy who knows a girl in the Met’s records department. The deeply bored and underpaid kind. For the right incentive, she might let something be “misplaced” for an hour. But Hy, this is a long shot. Don’t get your hopes up.’‘My hopes are permanently in the basement. Just see what you can find.’To her credit, Portia came through faster than I expected.Two days later, she called me into the living room, her laptop open. ‘Turns out, a decade-old cold case isn’t exactly high se

The location in Bermondsey was a deliberate choice.It was anonymous, functional, and far removed from the polished glass of the West End. The converted warehouse smelled of old brick and cold metal, with the hum of the nearby railway tracks providing a constant, low-frequency rhythm to our work.Klaus had already arranged the essentials on the steel desk. He stood by the window, his posture reflecting a decade of military discipline. He did not waste words, and he certainly did not use them to coat the truth in sugar.‘Declan and Kol have their teams in place,’ Klaus said. ‘We are looking into her old connections and her current bank accounts. If there is a crack in her armour, we will find it.’I gave him a short nod.Soraya was currently under the impression that her name on the Wilson Allied payroll meant she held the leash.It was the kind of mistake people made when they mistook a contract for a commitment. She understood leverage and she understood fear, but she didn’t understan

Portia let out a dramatic sigh. ‘Fine. Yes. It’s this guy I met. I thought we had a perfect, mutual understanding. A one-night thing. A fabulous, no-strings hook-up. You know the drill: fuck, say a polite goodbye in the morning, never learn each other’s middle names. But he… he seems to think we’re dating.’‘Is he stalking you?’‘Not stalking, per se. He’s just… persistently lovely. He keeps texting. Wants to know when we can meet for coffee. He’s sweet, you know? But in that puppy-dog, “I’ve brought you a stick and now I live on your doorstep” kind of way. And he somehow got the address of the clinic. I had a vision of him turning up with a massive bouquet of roses, looking hopeful and earnest, and I just… I needed to be elsewhere. So, yes. Countryside detox. For both of us.’A very solicitous bellboy helped us with our bags.Portia, still buzzing with nervous energy, looked at me expectantly. ‘The spa here is supposed to be incredible. Shall we? Hot stone massage? Steam room?’‘The d

My spirits lifted a fraction. ‘Roy! Good to see you.’Roy set the box down with a grunt and enveloped me in a warm, avuncular hug. ‘Hyacinth! Well, this is a turn-up. Good to see you too. Been a while, and what a lot of water under the bridge, eh?’‘You could say that,’ I sighed.I wanted to ask if he’d stayed at Velos under Soraya’s reign, but he read my mind. He chuckled, patting the box. ‘Jumped ship soon as I could. Went back to working for Mr Hastings directly. Personal chauffeur again. Suits me better.’‘Good for you,’ I said, and I meant it. I eyed the large box. ‘What’s all this?’‘Oh, the boss bought this place, came up for an inspection. Noticed the hotel’s little pharmacy cupboard was looking sorry for itself. Told me to get it properly stocked up. Just doing the fetching and carrying.’I peered at the box. It was filled with medicines. What were the odds?Roy looked at me more closely, his kindly face creased with concern. ‘You alright, love? You’re looking a bit peaky.’‘O