Page 58 of The Truth Will Out
“I haven’t got that far. We’ve only just discovered it.” Sam compared the people in the photo to the victim, with Bob peering over her shoulder. “The names are handwritten on the back.”
“Hang on, isn’t that him?” Bob pointed to a young man at the rear. He was standing two feet away from Rhys.
Her gaze was drawn back to her fiancé.
“Do you agree?” Bob prompted.
“Yes, that’s him. I wonder if the receptionist will give us a copy of this.”
“I’ll ask.”
“Make sure she doesn’t touch it. You deal with it and let her press the button. Not teaching you how to suck eggs or anything.”
Bob grinned and left the room.
“Are you all right, Sam? You seem to be a little distracted during this investigation. Tell me to butt out if you have something personal going on at home.”
“You’re right. There is something. I’m just not sure how relevant it is right now.”
“Are you going to let me in on this secret?”
Sam swallowed hard. “One of the people in that photo is Rhys.”
“Whoa! As in your fella Rhys?”
“As in my bloody fiancé Rhys.”
“Ouch! And what’s he said about what’s happened this week?”
“I met him about an hour ago to tackle him about it…”
“I take it things didn’t go too well.”
“No, he ended up walking away from me.”
“That was mature of him. Have you told him he might be in danger? Correction, judging by the victim count already, I’d say that was a certainty.”
“Don’t say that. I didn’t get around to telling him. Now that thekiller has left the photo, it has just dawned on me the kind of danger he could be in.”
“What are you waiting for then, Sam? You have to put aside the fact that you’ve fallen out and get over there… before it’s too late.”
Her pulse raced. “You’re right. I’m sorry to run out on you like this.”
He shooed her out of the office. “Go. I’ll handle this side of things.”
Bob approached them, perplexed. “What’s going on?” He puffed out his chest and took a step towards Des. “Have you said something to upset her?”
Des tutted. “Calm down, Macho Man. Sam will explain en route.”
Sam turned and smiled at Des, then sighed. “Thanks for your support. We’re out of here.” She ran through the reception area and out to the car, stopping only to remove her protective suit and dump it in the awaiting black sack. She rang Rhys’s number. The phone rang and rang. She sighed, assuming that he’s still cross with her after their meeting at the café.
“Christ, I wish I knew what was going on. Since when do you leave a crime scene two minutes after arriving?” Bob queried as he removed his suit.
“Since I realised that Rhys’s life could be in imminent danger… again.”
“Okay, that’s a good enough reason.”
Sam droveunder the blues and twos and screeched to a halt outside Rhys’s office. She and Bob raced into the building. Brenda placed a hand over her heart when they barged into the room.
