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‘Really? When you didn’t answer, I rang the home looking for you. She’s there. You’re not. They couldn’t remember the last time you’d visited.’
Dammit.
‘You should have called me on the station line.’
He didn’t answer for a few seconds, then said, more softly, ‘Can we talk later?’
Jo’s hands tightened on the wheel. ‘There’s nothing to talk about.’
‘It’s been months, Jo. We can’t just avoid the subject forever.’
‘There is no subject,’ she said. ‘That’s how breaking up works. Put Rob on.’
‘He’s already on his way as well.’
‘Well, you fill me in then.’
Ben gathered himself and gave her the details. A skeleton had been unearthed in the grounds of a derelict house off the Frome Road. They’d found a body by the pumping house of the drained pool. From the size, it could only be a child.
‘Any idea when the pool was put in?’ asked Jo. The satnav said she’d be there in twenty-one minutes.
‘We’re looking into it – still trying to track the owners of the house. It’s been a wreck for eighteen months. Electrical fault caused a fire, apparently.’
‘So what makes them think it’s an Oxford misper?’
‘There’s clothing that matches an old file,’ said Ben. ‘A Liverpool football club shirt.’
Jo’s foot touched the brake involuntarily, and the BMW behind beeped as it drove up into her rear-view mirror.
‘You okay?’ asked Ben.
‘I’ll be there in fifteen,’ said Jo. She stepped on the accelerator, feeling the engine surge along with her racing heart.
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