WAKEY-WAKEY!’ Jenny forced her eyes open, squinting in the glare of the snow-reflected light streaming through the bedroom window. ‘Phone for you. Someone called Ryan.’ ‘What time is it?’ Her voice was thick with sleep. ‘Just gone eight.’ Michael was standing naked at the foot of the bed with his hand cupped over the phone. ‘Shall I tell him you’ll ring back?’ ‘I’d better take it.’ Jenny eased herself upright, shivering at the cold air on her bare shoulders. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d fallen asleep without pulling on a T-shirt. She felt an unaccountable twinge of shame as Michael handed her the phone. He grabbed his clothes and headed out to the shower. ‘Good morning, Inspector.’ ‘Mrs Cooper. Sorry to disturb you.’ She thought she detected a hint of mocking humour in Ryan’s voice. ‘I thought you’d want to know that my super has formally closed our file. He sat down with the CPS last night and they decided there was no evidence warranting further investigation.
