‘I would love to taste your cooking. You have no idea how many times I’ve wished to meet you, I would never say no.’
‘Good, come on. Are you in a car?’
She nodded.
‘I’ll drive, leave yours here, the parking is rubbish in my street. I’ll bring you back after if that’s okay.’
‘Thank you, that would be great.’
He drained his coffee and stood up; Angela did the same.
He opened the door for her and, when she was outside, she didn’t notice how he turned around to see how many people had taken notice of them leaving, and to check if there were any CCTV cameras inside of the busy café.
THIRTY-THREE
The gift shop sold all manner of sheep trinkets much to Cain’s amusement. He picked up a mug shaped like a sheep’s head and turned to Morgan miming drinking from it with a glint of mischief in his eyes, and mouthed ‘Why?’ She ignored him, turning away so she didn’t start to laugh out loud, he was such a bad influence.
Finally, a teenage girl appeared from somewhere out the back of the shop with a huge Stanley cup in hand. She jumped to see the pair of them.
‘Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know there was anyone here, the bell didn’t go off. Can I help you?’
Morgan nodded. ‘That’s okay, but someone could have stolen half of your stock in the time it took for you to come out and see.’ She smiled at her.
The girl had green hair and even thicker black winged eyeliner than Morgan, and she scrunched her eyes at her in confusion.
‘Did someone steal something? I’m going to be in so much trouble, but the water here tastes rank so you have to like run the tap for ages and I began scrolling on Instagram. Before I knew it, you’re here waiting to tell me bad news.’
Morgan, who had been leaning on the counter, straightened up. ‘Nobody stole anything, I was just saying they could have.’
‘Oh, right. Yeah, they could. Thanks, what are you, police officers? Although you don’t look like one; he does though.’ She was pointing at Cain who shrugged.
‘What makes you say that, just out of interest?’ he asked her.
She looked at Morgan. ‘Just the whole attitude and the way you dominate the entire space. I’m good at reading people too. If you’d come in on your own, I’d have never said you were a copper, hairdresser, tattooist possibly, nail tech.’
Morgan looked down at her chewed nails; the gel polish she’d had for New York was almost bitten off with the stress of the last few days.
‘We’re looking for Felicity Brown, is she in or is she you by any chance?’
The girl took a long sip through the straw of her pink cup. ‘Yeah, you found me. What do you want me for? I haven’t done anything I shouldn’t except for maybe not pay for parking at the Ro Hotel where I leave my car most days, but they wouldn’t send two plain clothes coppers out to arrest me for that, would they?’
Morgan smiled, she liked Felicity, she was just the right side of sassy, and she would bet a hundred quid that she loved true crime, had a Bookstagram account, enjoyed iced lattes and reading.
‘You’re absolutely right, we’re not here because you don’t pay for parking. We’re investigating a series of murders.’
Felicity’s eyes almost popped out of her head. ‘For real? Who’s dead, is it someone I know?’
‘Well, that’s what we’re here to find out. How well do you know the Williams sisters?’
Her face was blank, and she shook her head. ‘I know them but not like best friends kind of know them. Who told you I did?’
‘But you’re friendly with them, chat to them, that kind of stuff?’
‘Hang on, are you on about the vlogger Lydia Williams?’
Morgan nodded.
‘Oh right, yes, I know her sister Lauren more, but I followed Lydia on Instagram and YouTube, I loved her stuff, those little vlogs with her cute dog Barney. They were so sweet. It’s horrible what happened to her, I can’t believe she was murdered so horribly and has anyone found the dog yet? I’d look after him if they have and he needs a home.’
