One was registered in the company name and was used for official, above-the-board work; the other two were unregistered pay-as-you-go models for calls she didn’t want traced back to her. She was in the kitchen making her third coffee of the day, and contemplating making a trip to Camden to pick up her car, when the unregistered phone she used the least rang. As far as she knew, only one person had the number of the current SIM card inside this one, and that was Sean Egan.She walked into the back garden before answering.Sean’s voice was thick with tension. ‘Are you on your own?’Tina kept walking, going out of her back gate and along the narrow alleyway that led to the hill that rose beyond her house. ‘I am now. And this line’s secure.’‘Have you seen the news?’‘I heard you had a run-in with the police, if that’s what you mean.’But it wasn’t. ‘You must have known about my wife and daughter, so why didn’t you tell me about them?’‘Because they might not have wanted to see you.’‘Isn’t that up to them to decide?’Tina sighed.
