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“We don’t know. The face of the woman in the video was obscured and there are no obvious clues.”
She shook her head angrily. “You did your job, Peter. You proved to me my father committed suicide. You can close this case. Close this one, and open another… Find the bastards who blackmailed my father.”
Chapter 19
JANE COOK HAD mixed memories of Brecon. As a soldier she had often trained in the mountains, and those memories were of being cold, wet, hungry and tired—no, exhausted. But then there were the good memories. Memories of camaraderie. Memories of shared challenges, and shared victories. That was what Cook had loved about being a part of the army, and that was what she loved about being a part of Private.
Cook had approached the Welsh market town as she would an Afghan one. That was not to say she sought out traps and ambushes—though she was vigilant—but that she talked in a friendly manner to shop owners, police officers and anyone who was happy to give her their time. She did not question these people directly on Sophie, but used her as bait, telling them she was visiting Brecon based on the recommendation of a university friend who had been born there. Inevitably, in such a small town, people would ask for the name of that friend.
“Sophie Edwards,” Cook would tell them.
“We know Sophie!” the two girls serving in the coffee shop told her, excited.
“Such a small world, isn’t it?” the taller of the pair said.
“We were in the same school year,” the shorter one explained. “Haven’t seen her since leaving day,” she added without prompting.
“That must have been about the time she went off to London, and met you?”
“I suppose it was,” Cook replied. “She didn’t waste any time leaving here, did she?”
The shorter girl snorted. Her body language told Cook that although she knew Sophie, she might not have cared too much for her. “Well, she wouldn’t, would she? All we heard through school was how shit this town is, and how she was going to move to London and not come back.”
“Really?” Cook said. “She always said how beautiful this place is.”
“Not in school she didn’t,” the taller woman replied, adding the finishing touches to Cook’s coffee. “One pound fifty please.”
Cook paid with a five and put the change in the tip jar.
“Do you guys keep in touch with her?” she asked.
The two young women shared a look. The taller one answered. “I don’t think anyone’s seen her since she left.”
The other one shook her head. “She didn’t want anything to do with her life here. She wouldn’t even accept my Facebook friend request.”
Cook’s first instinct was to smile at that statement, but then a thought hit her like a cold slap to the face. Where else would you search for a young woman in her twenties?
Chapter 20
JACK MORGAN PULLED the Range Rover to a stop outside the coffee shop. To avoid being a static target on the street, Cook had waited inside, her eyes on the door, an emergency exit route planned through the back, behind the counter. At a gesture from Morgan, she moved to join them.
“Tell me something good,” the American asked of her, pulling out into the light traffic.
“Sophie’s a ghost here,” she told him, confirming Morgan’s own experience at the parents’ house.
Morgan nodded. “If she ran away from London, she didn’t come here. We’ll head back to…”
“Llwynywermod,” Lewis finished, pronouncing the name of the royal residence for the American.
“We’ll have the helicopter meet us there, and take us back to London.”
“London?” Cook asked.
“She’s not here. Next step is to see if she’s hiding, or being hidden, under everyone’s noses.”
“I’m going through her social media to see if there are any clues on there,” Cook informed him.
“HQ have already done that. There was nothing. No movements. No recent updates.”
