This Careless Life. Rachel McIntyre

trying to focus, then widened. ‘Oh.’

      ‘What is it?’ said Hetty.

      ‘The girl, I think . . .’

      ‘What?’ Jez said.

      Liv peered at the screen. The clothes piled on a chair. The red lights of a radio alarm clock. The hump on the bed. The dark shape of the head with its long, long tail of hair. Something tugged at the back of her mind and then was gone.

      ‘Do we know her?’ said Duff.

      Liv shook her head. ‘It’s not that. Just . . . Cass, is she dead ?’