Cardine wanted to crawl into bed – the thing with Steph had left her a husk – but she had to leave a message for Keith. He’d be expecting one.
He was, as always, a step ahead. The latest sat at the top of her inbox:
Mega-huge dimension for you! – sectarian death squads, Forget your bygone incompetence!
She sighed and opened it. Gibberish, mostly. But almost unmistakably Keith. She hated the emails, preferred the pictures, postcards, graffiti. She took the messages where she could get them. They were better than nothing.
She sifted through the nonsense, and began to see a pattern.