Chapter 34

Donna is getting ready to go out when her phone pings—a message from Elizabeth. She only left her a few hours ago. It will be trouble, for sure, but she likes seeing the name pop up.

What time was Tony Curran killed?

Well, that was short and to the point. Donna smiles and composes a reply.

Maybe ask how I am, share a bit of gossip, before asking for a favor? And sign off with a kiss. Soften me up a bit x

Donna sees the speech bubble, showing that Elizabeth is replying.

She is taking her time, so what will it be?

A lecture? A reminder of why Donna is investigating a murder instead of measuring the depth of tire treads in the car park at Halfords, which is what Mark was doing today?

Perhaps it would be something in Latin? There is a ping.

How are you, Donna? Mary Lennox has just had a new great-granddaughter, but she is worried that her granddaughter has been having an affair, because the husband has a very prominent chin, and it is nowhere to be seen. What time was Tony Curran killed? X

Donna is choosing between lipsticks. She wants something that doesn’t look too obvious, while at the same time looking obvious. She replies.

I can’t tell you that. I’m a professional.

There is an immediate ping back.

LOL!

LOL? Where had Elizabeth got that from? Two can play at that game.

WTF?

This has clearly foxed Elizabeth, and Donna has time to look in the mirror and check her interested face, her laughing face, and her quietly seductive face before the next ping.

I’m afraid I don’t know WTF. I only discovered LOL from Joyce last week. I’m going to assume that it doesn’t refer to the Warsaw Transit Facility, as that was shut down in 1981 when the Russians came sniffing.

Donna sends back an emoji of big eyes and an emoji of the Russian flag, and then starts to floss. Even though they say you don’t need to floss anymore. Ping.

That’s the Chinese flag, Donna. Just let me know the time of death. You know we won’t tell a soul, and you also know we might just come up with something useful.

She smiles. What harm could it do, really?

3:32. His Fitbit broke when he fell.

There is another ping.

Well, I don’t know what a Fitbit is either, but thank you. x

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