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They drove in silence out of the private beach estate, towards the nearby town of Chichester. The traffic was heavy and it took some time before they reached the north of city, where they then headed to Oakdale School, an independent school nestled in the rolling countryside of the Sussex Downs.

The drop-off routine was efficient and impeccably carried out. Pull up in the car park, walk over to the classroom, a kiss and a hug for both Ellen and Donovan, before Izzy was rounded up by her class teacher and whisked off into Blueberry Class.

‘Well, that seems pretty straightforward,’ said Ellen, fastening her seat belt as Donovan pulled out of the car park. The narrow village lane was busy with school-run traffic.

‘Yes, Izzy’s very good. Very adaptable,’ he replied.

‘Has she had to adapt to a lot then?’ pried Ellen. She knew she shouldn’t really, but hadn’t he been doing the same the previous evening? Not only that, she somehow felt comfortable in his company. She didn’t think he would take offence. She stole a glance at him. His lips pursed as if thinking about his response.

‘If I’m honest, we’ve had several nannies recently. I know it’s not ideal for Izzy. Just as she gets used to one, they leave, then a replacement comes and she has to try and build up a rapport all over again.’ They were out on the dual carriageway now, heading back towards Felpham. ‘And before you ask, because I’m certain you’re going to … the nannies haven’t lasted for a variety of reasons.’

‘What about Izzy’s mother?’ The question was out before Ellen had time to check herself. Now she really was pushing the boundaries. ‘Sorry, you don’t have to answer, it’s none of my business.’ Damage limitation.

‘Remember when I said to Izzy that sometimes it’s best to say things in your head and not out loud?’ He gave Ellen a sideways glance, his eyebrow raised. ‘Well, that.’

There was no dancing feeling of words this time. The silence that filled the rest of the car journey was more like a funeral march. Donovan clearly had no intention of talking about Izzy’s mother and Ellen cursed herself for mentioning it.

Ellen’s thoughts turned to Kate and how she was going to get to a computer.

‘Do you know if there are any internet cafés in Felpham?’ she asked breaking the silence.

‘We’re not exactly a bustling metropolis. We can do the cafés but it’s more likely they will have blackboard and chalk than Wi-Fi.’

‘I suppose I could use the library. I take it there is a library here?’

‘In the main town but you don’t have to do that. You can use my laptop. I’ll sort it out for you when we get in.’

Ellen thanked Donovan. She was pretty sure the IP address couldn’t be traced unless she actually sent an email. She had set up a new email account and shared the details with Kate. They had agreed to communicate by email but, rather than sending the electronic messages and thereby leaving a cyber-trail, they were saving the emails to draft without actually sending them. Once Ellen had saved an email, Kate could log onto the account from her own computer and read the draft email. She would then delete it and compose a reply, which would be left in the draft box for Ellen to pick up. This way there was no footprint or record of their communications. Not that Toby was some computer geek who could trace these things, but she wasn’t taking any chances.

Once they had got back to The Lodge, it didn’t take Donovan long to produce the laptop for Ellen. ‘It needs charging, I’m afraid,’ he said.

‘Oh, thank you,’ said Ellen. ‘I really appreciate this. I’ll give it back to you as soon as I’m done.’

‘No rush. I don’t use it that often. I prefer the main computer in my office.’ Donovan passed the laptop to her, wrapping up the lead and placing it on top. ‘My documents are all password protected so you’re safe using it. You won’t stumble across any confidential information or client details.’

Carla came out of the office. ‘Oh, Donovan. I’ve just had DCI Froames on the line. He wants to know if you can go down and interview a suspect. Apparently, he mentioned it to you yesterday?’

Donovan frowned for a moment while he recalled the conversation. ‘That’s right. To do with an attack on a young woman in her home. Okay, tell Ken I’m on my way.’

‘That doesn’t sound very nice,’ commented Ellen.

‘No, it’s not, but if it means it leads to someone’s arrest and conviction, then I regard it as a positive thing.’

‘I suppose that’s the best way to look at it.’

‘Definitely. Something good out of something bad. Justice for the victim and punishment for the criminal.’ He smiled at her. A smile that Ellen found hard to match to the job he was about to undertake.