![]() ‘Hey, Tom.’ We’d travelled on the same train but hadn’t known it – me with my heavy suitcase crammed with clothes from the Oxford Street sales (shopping therapy to help deal with the trauma of losing Lily and Paige), him with his small backpack stuffed with footie boots and computer games. He doesn’t go to my school, but I clicked with him as soon as we met last September and I’ve got to know him pretty well. Tom, you remember, is the kid who lives in the Old Vicarage in Chartsey Bottom. It was when I stepped off the train from Paddington on to the platform at Ainslee Westgate and I ran into Tom Walsingham. I found out about the murder even before I got back to school for the start of term. So some things were the same – enough to make me shake and tremble and feel like life on this cold January morning was playing dirty tricks. They found another body – not in the lake, but it was a watery end like Lily’s and it was a teenage girl. ![]() ![]() Unlike last time, when we lost my best friends and fellow students, Lily and Paige, this recent killing has nothing to do with St Jude’s, thank God. It’s happened again – they found another body. ![]()
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