Camelia was the female intruder. And that probably—almost certainly—meant she was one of the burglars who had taken then returned my laptop. I paced the flat as I thought it through. She had followed me to Jake’s gig, tried to seduce me then, for whatever reason. She must have dropped her phone deliberately, knowing I would take it home, not realising I would switch it off. I had no memory of turning it back on—probably because she had done so when she came into my flat with the dog. I felt cold and shaken. Why was she following me? Why had she broken in? Had she been trying to kill me? Was it
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