Rex went to the police station alone, leaving the girls in a cafe drinking cocoa. “Hot chocolate,” Flora insisted. Their faces bruised by worry.
He was told the handbag had been found in an empty squat, but he wasn’t sure about it; Ingrid had owned so many bags and it was six years ago. Six years already! But he remembered the photograph found in an inside pocket, now in a clear plastic evidence bag. Rex smoothed the wrinkles: Ingrid on the beach with Flora and Margaret eating ice cream. He wanted to snatch the photograph out and tear it up.
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