‘He must have returned it. How did he get a key to my flat? Jesus, it’s like every-fucking-body had a key. Half of fucking Romania was waltzing in and out!’ ‘Why would he return it?’ Edward asked as we exited the hospital. ‘You checked it for spyware, didn’t you? When it first reappeared?’ ‘Yes. But . . . Oh shit.’ ‘What?’ I broke into a run towards the car.
