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head. “Only if you never clean them.” She held her hand out for the bowl. “So which is it to be?”
    “Syrup.”
    By eight fifteen, both girls had eaten, and Jodie had left for school without complaint. Amy didn’t suppose it’d last, but it was a start. While Vicky went to get her bag and coat, Amy grabbed the notepad. Dane had left twenty pounds for any shopping she needed. Thinking quickly, she wrote cereal. Then she added sugar, as she really couldn’t continue to drink tea or coffee without it, pop-up linen bins for the girls’ rooms, and fruit.
    Vicky came back into the room.
    “You got everything?”
    A slight nod came in response.
    “Cool. Then let’s go.”
     
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    Amy dropped Vicky off and then went straight to the library. She logged onto one of the computers and did a search for fake ID. Surprisingly, the search yielded hundreds of results. Prices ranged from ridiculously cheap to ludicrously expensive. Most sites wanted online payment, but there was one based in the UK, which took cash only. She printed off the application form and filled it in. Now all she needed was a passport photo which she could get from the photo booth on the other side of the library. The site promised the card would come within five to seven days, which should be plenty of time.
    Photos done, she sealed the envelope and posted it. Amy pushed down the feelings of guilt. What else could she do?
    If there was another way, Lord, I’d take it, but there isn’t. This Saunders bloke wants me dead, and I can’t go to the police. Right now, I’m here and hoping You led me here for a reason and that’s to help this family. Is this You making some good come out of my breaking the law?
    Having grocery shopped, she headed back to the house and deactivated the alarm. She put the shopping away and made tea. Half-way around the supermarket, she’d remembered what else she’d meant to do on line. She wanted to check for her name in the news. To see if anything had been said, and if so, what was happening. It wouldn’t take long and Dane had said she could use his laptop. She’d do a mega-quick check, then delete her search history. Just in case.
    She took the mug into the lounge and fired up the laptop. Sipping the tea, she looked at the main news. There was nothing on the national news pages and only a couple of paragraphs on the local news. The local paper had more information and her picture.
    Her photo, detailing the accident and court case took up the top of the page. Then in less detail was the damage to her house and the fact everything had been left on the beach, sparking a full scale rescue. This had now been called off. She was missing, presumed dead. There were short quotes from Ray and Rosalie. A memorial service was being planned for a later date.
    Missing, presumed dead.
    Her stomach twisted. She hadn’t expected it to hurt like this. It was what she wanted, what she’d intended, but it was all so very real now. For an instant, she had the crazy idea of turning up at the memorial.
    After all, how many people got to go to their own funeral? But then common sense prevailed.
    She finished her tea and stood. First order of business today was to tackle Jodie’s room and get rid of the rubbish and dirty laundry. Then to work out how to use the washing machine and set it going on what was likely to be the first of several loads.
    The room was worse than it appeared on first sight. It took the best part of three hours to bag up the rubbish and clothes from the floor and under the bed. She finished by hoovering and dusting and opening the windows to let in some fresh air.
    There were four loads of washing from that room alone. Never mind doing the bedding as well.
    Stopping for a quick bite to eat, Amy spent the time after lunch tidying Jodie’s chest of drawers and folding and rearranging everything. Notes stuck on each drawer, told Jodie what went where, although she doubted half this stuff would actually fit