CHAPTER 4
ANOTHER HALF HOUR passed before the sergeant turned up, and then he spent ten more minutes explaining to the woman with ragged fingernails why he couldn’t arrest her neighbour for having a bonfire too close to her washing line. She slammed the door on her way out too.
“Right. I hear you’re looking for a missing person?”
“No, I’ve found a missing person.”
“You’ll have to explain.”
So Rhys did, and now he understood why vigilante justice was a thing. Was a written report too much to ask for?
“So, love, you say you can’t remember your name?” the sergeant asked the girl.
“No.”
“Or when you came to the country? Your accent doesn’t sound Welsh.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll have a look at the missing persons database, but if no crime’s been committed, I can’t do much else.”
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