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08:46 a.m.

‘We’ve got to go to the police.’

‘And tell them what?’

Olivia was now losing patience, and paced the room. Rachel was already getting dressed, stumbling as she pulled her trainers on her feet.

‘I’ll tell them Nola’s missing and about the call,’ she rushed, grabbing her coat as she made her way to the front door. ‘They’ll help.’ Olivia, following behind, reached out and grabbed her hand as she touched the door handle.

‘We’ve got to work, Rach,’ she said, her eyes looking deadly serious. ‘Daryl wants to see us.’

Rachel was frozen by her words. Daryl wanting to see them suddenly meant one thing – trouble. ‘What’ve you told him, Livi?’

‘Nothing,’ she said, averting her glance from Rachel.

‘You’re lying to me.’

Olivia was silent, but her face gave her away. Rachel’s body tensed and she raced back into her bedroom and went to the bed. ‘I can’t believe you’ve told him what’s been going on, that I’ve lied to him.’ She reached under her pillow and pulled out a knife.

Olivia’s eyes widened. ‘What the fuck, Rach? You’re not taking that out with you. I’m not letting you.’ She grabbed her wrist, squeezing hard, but Rachel refused to drop the blade.

‘Don’t you remember how long it took me to heal the last time Daryl messed me up?’

‘He won’t touch you this time, I promise.’

‘I’m going to help Nola. I’m going to help myself.’ Tears were now falling down her cheeks. ‘I need to get away from Daryl, from all of this.’

‘You don’t know if the voicemail’s real or fake, Rach. Wake up!’

‘I heard her screams in the background.’ Her words ensured a long desperate silence between them both, until Rachel managed to find her voice again.

This time she spoke softly. ‘I heard her. She was crying for help. She said he was going to kill her, whoever he is,’ she said, dropping her knife to the floor. ‘I can’t ignore that. She wouldn’t joke about something like this.’

Olivia’s face softened. ‘I’ll go with you to the police, but let me call Daryl first.’

‘No!’

‘All right, no phone call,’ she said, putting her mobile back in her pocket, ‘but you got to talk to him sometime.’

Rachel nodded. ‘I know… Let’s just find Nola first.’