A Murder is Going Down

Then

‘Heidi?’ he says, recognising me a beat too late. ‘Are you okay?’

I’m possibly redder than I realised. Or maybe it’s my running shorts. (I knew they were too short when I bought them, but Lilia swore I was pulling them off.) I take out my phone and swipe through until I get to the photo of me, Aunty Sam and Felix.

‘Do you know who this is?’ I ask, tapping the picture.

And he tells me exactly what I expect to hear.