Me stressing you.
Amber
I can’t stand this any more. I’m turning the phone off.
NoName
Don’t do that. You can’t ignore me.
NoName
Why won’t you pick up?
NoName
Just answer your phone.
NoName
Stuck-up bitch. There are plenty of others who’d like to have what you have.
NoName
Amber, I’m sorry about the last message. I didn’t mean it.
That was the end of the message chain for NoName.
AdamzFun
You didn’t turn up.
Amber
I turned up you shit. That wasn’t your photo. Go do one.
AdamzFun hadn’t replied again.
BearBoy
I can see U puttin it about. You don’t have to do it! You’re a nice girl.
Amber
I tell you what, you and the morality police can FO!
The phone let out a beep and turned itself off. Gina bagged it and placed it in her pocket. ‘Bloody hell, some people just don’t take no for an answer. I’m talking about NoName. So, she had been active on the dating circuit and all these messages were sent over the course of three weeks. Why would she use this phone? I’m sure this isn’t her main phone, she would have taken that with her when she left to meet her date. Will you check the number?’
Jacob leaned against the wall in the hall and flicked through his notes. ‘Her main number is different. Her father gave it to us.’
‘It’s possible that this is the number she gives to her dates so she doesn’t have to change her main number if any of them become a nuisance.’
‘Sounds reasonable.’
Gina took a slow walk around the apartment. The fraying leather sofa was half covered in snuggle blankets and several used glasses and cups were dotted around the room. The tiny kitchen at the other end looked to be barely used, except for the toaster, which had a pile of crumbs underneath. A box of opened peppermint teabags and a jar of value hot chocolate sat next to the kettle.
She left the room, nudging past Jacob as he checked his emails. The tiny bathroom was more like the size of what a person would expect in a caravan. The tiniest wet room ever with no window and black mould seeping through the corners. She opened the mirrored cabinet. A half-used packet of antibiotics and a variety of moisturisers and hair serums filled it. She closed it and glanced around. Nothing seemed out of place.
Gina’s phone beeped in her pocket. She pulled it out and spotted Wyre’s name at the top.
