Lying in bed, she couldn’t help listening for every noise. Footsteps in the stairwell, cars pulling up outside. Jesus. She was getting paranoid. She tried to sleep, but her mind kept going over and over the phone call from Alison Prentice. She could never have predicted that, not in a million years. Alison had called her that evening as she was about to leave the office. She said she had a very important story to tell about her father and police corruption. Gavin Fox was the main player, she’d said, and it had all happened on his boat. And she had evidence – a written confession from her dad and a photograph. When she said that, Rosie knew it couldn’t be a crank call. She agreed to meet her in Edinburgh, but after Alison told her of being attacked in the street, Rosie decided it would be wise to take some help. Before she went to bed, she called her friend Adrian, the Bosnian refugee. The following morning, she drove to the top of Hope Street and pulled over when she saw Adrian standing on the corner.
