Page 110 of Inbetweeners
“What use would it have been? They’re not ordinary members of society. Not vampires or werewolves, but maybe witches? Necromancers? Is a necromancer a witch? I don’t think they’re demons.”
“I don’t have the skills to trace phone numbers, but what if the number Greyson gave the car dealership was real?” Phoenix said. “He might have wanted a people carrier to move the inbetweeners somewhere else.”
“Who are we going to give the information to? The police? If they’re doing their job, they might be working their way through everyone who’s visited the dealership and already found Greyson’s name and number. Will the pair stay at that address now we’ve discovered where at least one of them is living?”
“They don’t know for sure it was us who took them.”
“The broken pane of glass and the kicked-in doors upstairs tells them someone did. They’ll suspect us.” Emmett sighed. “We ought to go to the house now. Maybe they’re not even back there yet. Except I’m shattered. One push and I’d fall over.”
“Go to sleep for a bit.”
Emmett slid down, closed his eyes and went out like a light.
When he woke, Phoenix was still beside him, still working on the laptop.
Emmett stretched and groaned. “How long was I out?”
“About an hour. You feel better?”
“Yeah, I do. I’m hungry. Did you get anywhere?” He sat up and moved back to lean against the headboard.
“Sophie is Sophie Russell. Twenty-nine years old. She used to run an occult website with her twin sister Alice who was knifed in an apparent mugging on Halloween. No witnesses or CCTV, no weapon, no leads. Case closed. Sophie still runs the site. You can buy all sorts of crap. Alice was married to Simon Greyson.”
“Youdidget somewhere.”
“I’ve also looked up all the murders. The police are appealing for witnesses. They’re calling it a spate of stabbings.”
“Could we point the police in the right direction? They’d act on an anonymous tip off, wouldn’t they?”
“They’d check it out, but what would they see? An ordinary house, an ordinary couple who’d probably give each other alibis for the times the murders were committed. No DNA or fingerprints of the deceased would be found on the premises.”
“We have that photo of Greyson leaving the house in Woolwich, and a photo of Sophie taken just after standing at the bus stop. It shows they were in the vicinity of where a murder took place.”
“We might be sending the police into danger. We were brought here to handle this and I think dealing with them is our responsibility.”
Emmett nodded. “Tomorrow then? One last night?”
“That I can’t spend with you in case I kill you again.”
“You want to go to their house now?”
“If you’re up for it.”
Emmett pushed to his feet. “Let me shower.”
He’d thought maybe Phoenix would join him, hoped he would, but he didn’t. Emmett had the feeling that Phoenix was pulling back from him. Maybe because of Vin. Maybe not. So much for not wanting to finish the job. Though postponing the inevitable just made things worse.
Emmett left his phone with Harry. “Don’t go out.”
“Can we use the laptop?” Harry asked.
Emmett glanced at Phoenix.
“I’ve switched on parental controls,” Phoenix said.
“Hey!” Harry protested. “I wanted to look at big waves in Nazaré.”
“Big what?” Phoenix asked.
