Dead Famous

DAY THIRTY-THREE. 5.30 p.m.

This time neither Sergeant Hooper nor Trisha could quite catch what Kelly said. None of the officers working in the room could work it out at all.

It sounded something like “Far corgi in heaven.”

“That can’t be right, surely,” said Hooper.

“It would seem unlikely,” Trisha agreed.

Whatever it was that Kelly whispered, David had understood it and had not liked it.

There on the screen his expression clearly changed, subtly – he was too good an actor for his face to give much away – but his expression changed. Suddenly the smug, superior smile had disappeared.

He looked scared.