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    â€˜No, there’s not much. We’re going to have to look at nearly all of them. Reg and Alex are going to be busy.’
    â€˜Bugger. Want a coffee?’
    â€˜Nah, I’ve already had three.’
    â€˜Is the boss in yet?’
    â€˜She got in half an hour ago. I filled her in on yesterday. No word from the suits.’
    â€˜Hopefully they’ve crawled back under their rock for a while.’
    â€˜Do you want to have a look at these again?’ Ed nodded at the list on his desk.
    â€˜Yeah, you never know, for the first time in history you might have missed something.’
    They spent the morning in relative silence, trawling through online records, breaking for a quick sandwich at lunchtime. They’d been back at it for a solid couple of hours when they were interrupted by Sorenson.
    â€˜That’s what I like to see, my two best detectives hard at it.’
    The honey in her tone instantly alerted them that something was up.
    â€˜Ed, can you step into my office for a few minutes. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.’
    Ed looked at Phil. Phil responded with a slight shrug. He followed Sorenson along the corridor to her office. She opened the door and waved him inside. Seated with her back to them was a young woman. She stood up and turned around as they entered. With a jolt, Ed recognised her as the young woman who’d been having lunch at the café in Jewel Bay the day before. Her intense eyes locked with his again.
    â€˜Detective Dyson, I’d like you to meet Cass Lehman. Miss Lehman is the daughter of one of my dearest friends. She lives in Jewel Bay and she thinks she might be able to assist you with your enquiries.’
    There was an edge in Sorenson’s voice that told Ed there was more to it. He switched on his most charming smile.
    â€˜Miss Lehman, pleased to meet you. We’d be very grateful for any assistance.’ He shook her hand and glanced over at Sorenson.
    â€˜Perhaps you can take Miss Lehman into a private interview room and she can fill you in.’
    â€˜OK, I’ll grab Phil.’
    â€˜No, I think only you for the minute.’
    He paused, trying to work out what the hell was going on. ‘OK, right this way, Miss Lehman.’
    The woman, who’d said nothing but a murmured hello up until this point, followed him down the passageway to one of their two interview rooms. He opened the door for her and scanned her face as she passed him. She looked nervous. Ed pulled out a chair for her on one side of the melamine table and sat down opposite her.
    â€˜So, Miss Lehman, what do you know about Janet Hodgson?’
    â€˜Call me Cass. Janet Hodgson, was that her name? I don’t know anything about her.’
    â€˜Right, so, did you see or hear something that might help us find who killed her?’
    â€˜Um, no, not yet.’
    Ed leant back. ‘Not yet? So how exactly do you think you can help us?’
    Cass took a deep breath. ‘I see things.’ She winced.
    â€˜You see things?’
    â€˜I have a special ability. When I visit a place where someone died violently I experience their death.’
    â€˜Uh huh.’ Ed was already imagining what Phil would say if she was in the room. He could understand why Sorenson had wanted him to handle this. It was only the knowledge that this was the daughter of one of Sorenson’s ‘dearest friends’ that stopped him from dismissing her as a crank and marching her out of the station. ‘And how will that help us exactly?’
    â€˜I see and feel what the person felt while they were dying. It’s like an imprint of their death. For a few minutes it’s like I’m the one who died.’
    â€˜So …?’ He let the question hang.
    â€˜I want to visit the place she died and see if she saw the man who attacked her. I might be able to give you a description.’
    Ed sat there staring at her. Sorenson had to be