Logan nodded. 'Good. Now get out there and find me some bloody evidence.'
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'Hello?' A voice in the darkness. Small and hesitant. Heather rolled over onto her side. 'Duncan?' 'What?' Definitely not Duncan or Mr New. She was hearing things again. She sat up, peering into the Dark. Trying to pick out a shape to go with the voice coming from the other side of the bars. 'Are you real?' A pause. 'Am I real?' It was a woman. 'Or are you dead like the others?' Silence. And then the voice said. 'I'm cold.' Heather gripped the duvet closer around herself. 'Heather,' Mr New stepped through the bars,'share, it's only fair.' 'But what if she dies?' 'Dies?' The new voice tried again:'What if who dies?' 'Heather ...' Sigh. 'I've got a duvet.' Heather clambered out of bed and dragged the mattress over to the bars, then poked half the duvet through a gap between two of them. 'Happy now?' She'd been talking to Mr New, but it was the woman who answered. 'Thank you.' A scuffing sound, then Heather heard her settle back against the bars. There was a tug as the new girl wrapped the other half of the duvet around herself. A long pause. 'My name's Kelley ... Kelley Souter.' A shaky hand was extended between the bars, brushing Heather's shoulder. 'Heather Inglis.' 'I ... I read about you in the papers.' Silence.
