Inside: a pair of girl’s shoes. Size five. Dried mud on the soles. And a photograph of Lizzie McKenzie, alive, smiling, standing outside this very hotel.
“You’re not here for tea,” Maggie says.
Tosh places a hand on her belly. “Maybe that’s why we keep going. To make sure the next one doesn’t spill.”
“She said, ‘He calls himself the Shepherd.’ Then the line went dead.”
“Identity theft. Her real name was Mary Paul. She was the first girl Lizzie McKenzie tried to help. The Shepherd’s first victim, ten years ago. Catherine found her, hid her in Norway. Calum found her two weeks ago and silenced her.”