‘Was I?’ she answered innocently, and then frowned when she noticed how bleary-eyed her friend looked. ‘What happened to you?’ Tracey stood by the sink with the kettle in one hand and a tap in the other, her head on her chest, rolling it to left and right. ‘Chloe’s teething. We had a rough night. Which is why I was up at two o’clock and noticed your car still wasn’t back.’ She put some water in the kettle and snapped it on. ‘How’s Chloe now?’ ‘Sleeping like a baby, of course. Not a care in the world.’ She turned around and arched an eyebrow. ‘So, how was dinner?’ ‘I’ve had better.’ ‘Shame. So I guess you had to talk about how disappointing it was until two in the morning, huh? That makes sense.’ Pip smiled. ‘Trace, after we spoke, Luke found something hidden under the Singer. Stuck to the bottom of a drawer.’ ‘Really? Show me.’ She pushed the note across the table and Tracey picked it up, her eyes opening wide as she read.
