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He stood up to hand his mobile to Carrie. She began to visibly shake again as she looked down at the screen.
‘We know the blonde is you,’ said Strike.
Carrie opened her mouth, but no sound came out at first. Then she whispered,
‘It’s not me.’
‘I’m afraid I don’t believe you,’ said Strike. ‘I think that’s you, and the man with the skull tattoo is Jordan Reaney—’
‘It’s not.’
‘Who is he, then?’
There was a long pause. Then Carrie whispered,
‘Joe.’
‘What’s his surname?’
‘I can’ remember.’
‘Was Joe still at the farm when you left it?’
She nodded.
‘And who’s the smaller man?’ (who in the second photograph was penetrating the blonde from behind).
‘Paul,’ whispered Carrie.
‘Paul Draper?’
She nodded again.
‘And the girl with the long hair?’
Another long pause.
‘Rose.’
‘What’s her surname?’
‘I can’ remember.’
‘What happened to her?’
‘I dunno.’
‘Who’s taking the pictures?’
Again, Carrie opened her mouth and closed it again.
‘Who’s taking the pictures?’ Strike repeated.
‘I dunno,’ she whispered again.
‘How can you not know?’
Carrie didn’t answer.
