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didn’t.’
    She quickly changed the subject. ‘So are you going to help me look for Sylvie? A few days, that’s all I’m asking.’
    Harry flipped the pencil on to the desk, picked it up again and gave a sigh. On balance, he decided that it was probably wiser to work with Jess than leave her to her own devices. There was no knowing what she might do or who she might upset. He’d already had one threat of legal action today and didn’t fancy another. ‘What are you waiting for?’ he asked, getting to his feet. ‘You’re not going to find her sitting here.’

17
    Surveillance looked easy on TV. After all, how hard could it be to follow someone around? As it happened, the answer was ‘very hard’. Jess had been parked up in Hampstead, near the office of Musgrove & Keynes, for the best part of the afternoon. Twice she had found herself in the position of trying to tail Joshua Keynes without being noticed, a tricky task when you were juggling with the problems of keeping a reasonable distance – at least a couple of cars back – and not losing him completely. Traffic lights had proved her downfall on the second occasion when the red Porsche swept across a junction just as the lights changed to amber, and she was left cursing as the car disappeared from view.
    With no other choice, Jess had returned to her original parking space to wait for his return. This had happened half an hour later – hopefully he had just been conducting another viewing – and since then things had gone quiet. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was four-thirty. The office closed at five and this would be the most likely time for Keynes to lead her to Sylvie.
    ‘Please God, give me something,’ she murmured. ‘Help me out here.’
    The trouble with surveillance, other than the practical side, was that it gave you too many hours to think. Her head was full of winding threads: Sylvie and the crowded bar at Wilder’s, Joshua Keynes making a furtive phone call outside his house, Valerie Middleton sniping at Harry, and the cold angry eyes of Brett Rush. She wondered how Harry was getting on with following the latter. Earlier, they’d gone together to Farnborough College and she had pointed out Brett to him.
    And then there was that other nagging problem, the one she really didn’t want to think about. Jess screwed up her eyes as she mentally replayed the conversation she’d had with Neil last night. He’d been asked to stay on in Liverpool for another six months. Of course he wouldn’t consider it (he said) if she wasn’t happy about the situation, but it was a good opportunity and he’d like to take it if he could.
    ‘Of course you must,’ she’d said too brightly. ‘If that’s what you want.’
    ‘Why don’t you take some time off, come and stay for a week?’
    ‘Yeah, that sounds good. I will once I’ve got everything sorted here.’
    Jess had a sneaking suspicion he might want to stay in Liverpool permanently. And what was going to happen then? They couldn’t commute between two cities for the rest of their lives. Something would have to give and she had the feeling it might be their relationship. She didn’t want to leave – she loved living in the capital – but eventually it could come down to a choice between London and Neil.
    Jess stared through the windscreen, not wanting to ponder on this unwelcome development. She would deal with it later when she had less on her mind. Instead she concentrated on the door of the estate agent, willing Keynes to show his face again.
    ‘Come on,’ she urged. ‘Give me a break.’
    It was five-fifteen before he finally strutted out and climbed into the Porsche. Determined not to lose him this time, Jess started the engine and prepared to follow. The one good thing about the jammed-up streets of London was that Keynes couldn’t use the speed and power of his car to outrun her. On the motorway she wouldn’t have stood a chance of keeping up.
    ‘Don’t be going home,’