Page 66 of The Trap by Catherine
Caroline was wearing Tana Meehan’s chain.
Her hand slapped over it now, covering it up, and Angela realized she must have been staring.
Their eyes met.
“Can I see your ID again?” Caroline asked.
Her face was perfectly blank.
“Sure,” Angela said, handing it over.
Caroline studied it intently, even though she already had.
“You’re not a guard,” she said then.
“I’m a civilian. Garda staff. In the Missing Persons Unit.”
“So you’re not a guard,” Caroline said again.
Angela’s phone buzzed.
As she looked down at her device, a new message appeared briefly on screen, offering a preview. It was only enough of the message to see that it was from Denise and it started
Lookingfor Lucy just leave and ring...
Fuck.
“Is there a problem?” Caroline asked, handing back the ID.
“No. Everything’s fine.”
“Sometimes you get texts long after they’ve been sent,” she said casually. “Like I said, the reception around here is a bit patchy.”
“It’s fine,” Angela said.
Even though nothing was now.
Because Denise wasn’t coming. She was on her own here.
“I’m very tired,” Caroline said, pushing back her chair. “It’s been a long day. Was there anything else?”
“Ah, well—” Angela started.
“Because if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave.”
Angela stood up too. “Could we just chat for a minute, before I go?”
“Chat?” Caroline laughed, but the sound was hollow. “What have webeendoing?”
“I just have a couple more questions.”
“Isaid, I want you to leave.”
But Angela couldn’t.
But by law, now she had to.
But if she left, she was leaving a woman who she was increasingly sure was guilty of something in a house that, potentially, had evidence to prove it.
