Thrillkill interrogated them for hours. Amanda couldn’t help thinking that if he took this long with everyone he’d never finish his investigation. She wanted to ask how he handled that many witnesses, but it obviously wasn’t the right time so she let it go for now. But it was one of those practical questions she had to know the answer to. It was all well and good to explain the types of questions to ask, but what about how long to ask them, how many times to repeat them, what to do if you had to pee in the middle of an interrogation?
Afterwards, she and Nick were walking toward the sideboard in the dining room where they left beverages for the kids during the day, when suddenly her phone vibrated, signifying that a text had arrived. “Hang on,” she said. “I want to see if this is anything important.”
She looked at the phone. The text was from someone she didn’t recognize. It read, “ur next lestrade better watch out.”
She dropped the phone. She’d never received a threat like this before. Was this a message from whoever had taken her father?
“Look,” she said, picking up the phone and shoving it in Nick’s face. He was quiet for what seemed like so long that Amanda felt the panic rise. “Say something!”
“I don’t know what to say,” he said. He was obviously shaken. “I don’t want to say the wrong thing, but I have to tell you, this is bad, Amanda. Very bad.”
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