She looked up at Janet, an expression of bitter regret on her face. ‘You all right?’ Janet said. What do you think? Rachel thought. ‘What went on here?’ Rachel told her, fractured sentences, covering her eyes with the heels of her hands on occasion. ‘I am in such deep shit,’ Rachel said. ‘What were you thinking?’ ‘I was thinking that they were both at Ryelands, I was thinking they both had the same social worker. All I wanted was for Rosie to tell me if I was on the right track.’ ‘Did she?’ Rachel groaned. ‘No. But she was mad as a bat. I was going to get her sectioned. She wasn’t fit to be left on her own. Then she did the high-dive routine.’ ‘Let’s get you to hospital, have that seen to.’ Janet meant the cut on her arm. ‘No,’ Rachel said, ‘it’s fine.’ ‘Are your jabs up to date?’ ‘Yeah.’ Janet fetched her first-aid kit and began to dress the wound. The cut, just like Lisa, and for a crazy moment Rachel wondered if Rosie had killed Lisa.
