‘What are you thinking?’
‘I’m
thinking we scare the crap out of someone who deserves it,’ Elle replies, her
eyes glinting.
‘Why are
you helping?’ Yates asks. ‘You don’t even know who I am?’
‘ I know
enough about you to know you could use a good friend,’ she replies.
‘What did
he do?’ Graham asks.
‘He made me
feel insignificant,’ Yates replies.
A lot of
the times we look at people who’ve been abused. We tiptoe around them and think
we can’t ask some things. But how can we ever help if we never ask?
‘But what
do we do about Teague?’ I ask.
‘He’ll turn
up,’ Elle says. ‘Things you’re looking for always turn up when you clean up a
mess. Finding stuff 101.’
‘But what
do we do about all this?’ Yates asks. ‘I can’t leave it, I just can’t. It’s
important, I know it is.’
‘We’ll come
back to it,’ I say. ‘We’ll work out what it all means.’
He looks
down. A life’s work crammed into a day.
‘Okay,’ he
says. ‘But we take the manuscript with us.’
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