She walked away. Pulling out her phone she rang Alison Reynolds. It was after ten now though, so she wouldn’t be answering as she’d be on her way home, if she was even in work. ‘Hey, Alison, it’s Morgan. I need you to phone me the minute you get this message. Did you ever speak to Lynsey Williams, Lydia Williams’s sister? This is really important; thanks, have a good evening.’
This time Morgan ran up the stairs. Her phone began to ring.
‘Morgan, this is Alison Reynolds.’
‘Thanks for ringing back, Alison, I really appreciate it.’
‘No problem, I’m still in the office. We had an attempted armed robbery at a garage and it’s chaos. I spoke to a Lauren Williams; is this the sister you’re talking about?’
‘I remember. What about Lynsey Williams? She posts to a YouTube channel under the name Yolanda Crystal. The name of her channel is Crystal Yolanda Yoga.’
‘No, sorry. I just spoke with Lauren, who was lovely despite me telling her the devastating news about her sister, Lydia. I assumed she would notify her other sister. I did ask her if she needed us to contact anyone else for her, and she said it was okay, she’d take care of it. Is there a problem?’
Morgan sighed. ‘Not with you, I was hoping you might have more details for Lynsey as I need to speak to her urgently. We found Lauren’s body a couple of hours ago. She was murdered in an almost identical manner to how Lydia was murdered.’
Alison’s sharp intake of breath was so loud, Morgan held the phone away from her ear to rub it.
‘You’re joking, this can’t be true.’
‘I wish I was. I feel terrible about it.’
‘Christ, that’s awful. Hang on, let me check the files and see if we did have anything else for Lynsey. Have you tried Quick Address?’
‘Yes, a response officer went but it’s all in darkness. A neighbour said they hadn’t seen her for some time. She travels around doing yoga. I’m extremely worried about her.’
‘You think she did this?’
‘I don’t know. What if she’s also come to some harm?’
She could hear Alison’s fingers furiously typing on the keyboard.
‘I’m scrolling through our files and no, we don’t have another telephone number for Lynsey. I’m sorry. Can’t you check on Lauren’s phone for one?’
‘Her phone was smashed to pieces, thanks anyway.’
‘I’m sorry I can’t be of more help, Morgan, I hope you find her soon.’
‘Me too, good luck with the armed robbery.’
‘Yeah, thanks. I’m going to need it. Bye.’
She ended the call, and Morgan blew out a long breath. Why was Lynsey so difficult to get hold of?
She raced into the office eager to share the news with Ben that they might have another missing person, or a viable suspect for the murders. Sibling rivalry was a very real thing, enough that lots of siblings had killed each other over it and would continue as long as the world kept on turning.
TWELVE
Cain breezed into the office to find Morgan slumped onto her desk, head resting in the crook of her elbows, and the sound of Ben snoring filtering through his office door as he slept in his chair. Stan, who was a lot smaller and older than Cain, walked straight into the back of him, hitting him like you would if you walked into a solid door.
‘Oof, sorry, mate. That’s my back out of joint. What are you made of, metal?’
‘Shush.’ He turned to Stan who looked confused.
‘Why?’
Cain stepped to one side so Stan could see and whispered, ‘Something’s gone down, come on, we’ll work in one of the empty offices and give them a bit of time.’
Stan nodded, and Cain began to gently close the door.
