She had rung Roxanne’s mobile from a public call box at the railway station and asked if they could meet. It was all unpleasantly surreptitious, but Grace couldn’t rest until she knew precisely what she had or hadn’t said the other night at the Blue Bar. Unfamiliar with the road, Grace had given herself plenty of time and so arrived early. By the time Roxanne was twenty minutes late – and had not texted to say where she was – Grace was beginning to think this was a bad idea. She wouldn’t have blamed Roxanne for bailing out: she must have sounded fairly peremptory on the phone, and Grace could only assume that if Roxanne had had anything at all to do with the leak she must be feeling pretty uncomfortable about it by now. For surely, even if she could forgive herself for betraying an old friend, she must recognise how she’d jeopardised the hunt for a killer? As Grace waited, she thought back to one of her abortive attempts to straighten things out with her old friends back in Maidstone.
