Lucy read both messages several times before going out in search of the sender.
Are you out there, Grace. Are you real? Whoever you are. It’s the Firewall here. Why do you want to talk to me?
Yeah.
How do I know who you are?
I can tell you something in return. I already know that Greggie’s dead. I’ve got his beanie and it’s sitting on the table right beside me now. I know where he is too and I can tell you that. And I will. But first I want to know why you want to talk to me. Why should you? What do you want?
On the other side of the city, Louise appeared in the doorway of Harrigan’s office to tell him Grace had the Firewall online.
‘Yes,’ he said, and was on his feet. In the computer room he leaned over Grace to read the words on the screen, his closeness to her crowding her space. A small group gathered behind them.
‘I’ve just got her,’ she said to him.
‘Keep her talking.’
In the garage, Lucy waited for Grace’s reply.
There is no way out for me. You know that. I bet you want to know where I am but that doesn’t mean I’m going to tell you. Who told you who I am? It wasn’t Greggie?
I said he wouldn’t, no matter what. I told people we didn’t have to worry about Greggie.
I’m not telling you that. Not just yet. What’s your last name?
In the computer room, Harrigan shook his head. ‘No,’ he said.
Don’t you trust me?
I don’t care if you don’t really. I only care if I can trust you. What do you want? I’m not going to hand myself over to you right now so what else do you want?
People say that kind of thing all the time. And then they just walk away and leave you to die. How do I know you’re not just a liar like everyone else?
Because even people you love and think you can trust for ever turn out to be liars sometimes. Make me trust you. Tell me who told you who I am.
Grace looked up at Harrigan.
‘Tell her,’ he said.
Who?
Gina? Corinna, you mean? She didn’t.
She could have come to me, I would have looked after her. Where is she now?
She is not. You’re lying.
That’s why I’m out here, Grace. You listen to what I’m saying to you. We were all in a group once, me, Greggie and Corinna, and now there’s just me left. Just me. And they’re dead. And that’s why I have to be out here. No one else is out here for us. That’s why I don’t trust anyone, Grace, including you. Because, in the end, everyone stabs you in the back. And they like doing it. People laugh at you while they’re hurting you. Is that what you want to do?
Do you? I wish I knew what to think. I talk to people and it’s like I don’t know where I am.
It is like that. It is like I’m in the dark all the time. What do you want me to do? Everyone who talks to me tells me what they think I should do. What do you think?
What good is that going to do me? Lots of people are already hurt.
How is that going to help them?
What do you think I can do for him now?
Of course I do. But I’m not going to tell you how to find him until it’s the right time.
I don’t know yet.
Yes, I do. I’ve got people I need to talk to for one thing. I have to sort things out with them. I’ll tell you what, Grace, I’ll talk to you again and see what I want to tell you then.
‘She’s meeting the preacher,’ Harrigan said. ‘Get a time.’
Later on tonight. Because I do have to talk to other people first.
Then I’ll talk to you. It might be pretty late. Maybe sometime after midnight?
No, I can’t. Does that mean you’re not going to do what you said you would?
So you’re telling me I can depend on that? For you to be there?