Honeytrap: Part 2 Read Online Free

Let me know if there are any developments.’
    ‘Thanks again,’ Lorna said. ‘We will.’
    Jess watched the inspector leave with a sinking heart. The meeting had come to an end with no real resolution. The general consensus seemed to be that they should wait a few days and see if Sylvie got in touch again. Jess wasn’t happy about this – every hour, every minute could be vital if the girl was in danger – but her protests had fallen on deaf ears. This left her with only one choice: if no one else was going to look for Sylvie, she would have to do it herself.
    ‘Don’t even think about it,’ Harry said as she followed him down the stairs.
    ‘I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.’
    ‘Yeah, right,’ he said, glancing over his shoulder. ‘So you’re just going home for a quiet night in front of the telly.’
    ‘I might.’
    ‘When hell freezes over.’ Harry opened the front door and stood aside to let her out. ‘And please don’t forget that Sarah Thorne doesn’t want Keynes to know that she paid for a honeytrap service to test her future husband’s fidelity. So if you were thinking of—’
    ‘I wasn’t. What do you take me for?’ She stepped out on to the street and turned to face him. ‘But I am worried about Sylvie. This whole Friday thing – why would she say that? It’s like … I don’t know, like she was trying to tell us something. There was no arrangement. There wasn’t. There really wasn’t.’
    Harry raked his fingers through his hair. ‘So what’s the plan?’
    ‘There isn’t a plan.’
    ‘You’ve always got a plan.’
    Jess stared off down the street. ‘When I think of one, I’ll let you know.’
    ‘You need a lift anywhere?’
    ‘No, thanks, I’ve got the car.’
    Harry closed the door and joined her on the pavement. ‘Lorna’s had more contact with Sylvie than either of us. I think she’d have guessed if anything was wrong.’
    Jess gave a shrug. ‘If you say so.’
    ‘I’ll give you a bell if the phone turns up.’
    They crossed the road together and separated outside the Fox. Jess watched as Harry walked away, battling with the urge to call him back and make him listen to her. But what was the point? He’d already made up his mind and nothing she said was going to change it. She went over to her Mini – parked under a light in the pub’s car park – got in, took out her iPad and began to type.
    The first thing she noted down were two addresses, Sylvie’s and Sarah Thorne’s, both of which she’d memorised from the files Lorna had left open on the desk. It was the latter, the Hampstead address that she was most interested in. Did Joshua Keynes live with his girlfriend? It seemed likely, seeing as they were engaged. She thought it might be worth driving over there and checking out the place. But not yet. First she wanted to make sure she had everything down on paper while it was still clear in her head.
    Half an hour later, Jess had a pretty thorough summary of everything she knew about Sylvie Durand. She had recorded the events of the evening, concentrating on Joshua Keynes and the ex-boyfriend who still remained nameless. Either of them could have followed Sylvie out through the emergency exit at Wilder’s. She fast-forwarded through the tape of the interview, making sure that no mention had been made of anything to do with next Friday. There hadn’t. She racked her brains, wondering if something had been said when the tape wasn’t running, but nothing came back to her.
    ‘Sylvie,’ she murmured. ‘What were you trying to tell me?’
    But perhaps the answer was simple enough – by throwing out a seemingly innocuous comment, she could alert Jess to the fact that something was wrong without raising the suspicions of whoever was holding her. With a knife to her throat or a gun to her head, Sylvie would have had to have been extra careful about what she said.
    Jess pondered on this for a while. Was she being over-dramatic? What if she was