Текст книги "Jessica Daniel: Locked In / Vigilante / The Woman in Black"

Автор книги: Kerry Wilkinson

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‘Oh, right. No, there were just the six of us. I don’t know who took the picture.’

‘How long ago was it taken?’

The man shook his head. ‘Maybe ten years? Eleven? I think I’d just turned eighteen.’

‘Why did you go if you didn’t really know them?’ Jessica asked.

‘It was through Barry. Someone he knew was organising a lads’ holiday and they were looking for people to go because it was cheaper if you had more. He asked me and I thought, “What the hell”. I don’t really remember all the details. It was such a long time ago.’

Jessica nodded as everything he said pretty much backed up what they already knew, or at least thought they knew. The next set of questions was where things would begin to get complicated. ‘What happened while you were away?’ she asked.

Steven shuffled in his chair. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Just that. You went on holiday with a group of lads you didn’t really know, so what went on?’

The man shook his head a little but Jessica wasn’t convinced by his words. ‘Well, nothing. The accommodation was awful, we ate, we drank, we came home.’

‘Anything else?’

‘Like what?’

Jessica slid the photo back across the table. She pointed to Barry Newcombe. ‘This is your friend Barry, yes? Do you know what happened to him?’

Steven looked confused. ‘He was killed in a car accident years ago.’

‘Did you know him then?’ Jessica asked.

‘Yes, but that was a long time ago too. I don’t know what that has to do with anything now.’

Jessica nodded, pointing to the next face. ‘This is Edward Marks; a few weeks ago we found his severed hand in the centre of Manchester. Even if you didn’t remember the name, you may have read about it or seen it on the news. This man here is Lewis Barnes, while this is Jacob Chrisp and this is Matthew Cooper. We have found hands belonging to each of them. All four of them have been reported missing and we have no idea if they’re alive or dead. That means you’re the one person left out of these six who is definitely still alive.’

Jessica watched Steven closely. As she had revealed each person’s fate she saw his eyes widen ever so slightly. She was clearly telling him something he didn’t know. ‘Can you think of a reason why four people have gone missing, Mr Povey?’

He blinked a few times. ‘It wasn’t anything to do with me.’

‘I never said it was.’

‘No, I know . . . I just . . . I’m sorry, do I need a solicitor?’

Jessica didn’t know if he was involved but his reaction seemed as genuine as she would expect. If he was a formal suspect, they would have taken him to the station for questioning but, at least for now, Jessica didn’t want to take things that far. She chose her words carefully. ‘If you want a solicitor, it’s entirely up to you. We can talk to you here or at a station, I don’t mind. All I’m asking you is if you know of any reason why four people you went on holiday with eleven years ago might have gone missing.’

Steven was clearly nervous. It was warm and he’d seemed edgy throughout but there was sweat on his forehead. He looked quickly from one detective to the other. ‘I’m not sure what you want me to say.’

‘It’s pretty simple,’ Jessica said. ‘I believe something happened when the six of you went away together and that is the reason why the people you were on holiday with aren’t here. From that, I can make two conclusions. The first is that you are somehow involved in what has gone on with the hands being left. The second is that you are also a target. I don’t believe you have kidnapped four people, cut off their hands and driven to Manchester to leave them for us. If you continue to insist nothing happened on that holiday, we won’t have many options other than to start looking into your background. If you want to be honest with me, we might be able to offer you some sort of protection.’

Steven listened to everything she said and then gazed away towards the back of the garden. His tone was lower as he spoke again. ‘It was such a long time ago now. I’ve got a wife, kids . . .’ Jessica nodded but didn’t reply. ‘Have you ever done anything stupid when you were younger?’ he added.

‘Lots of things but nothing that’s ever made anyone want to cut off my hand.’

The man said nothing but when he finally spoke, it didn’t take long for the pieces to start to fall into place.

ELEVEN YEARS AGO

Steven Povey winced as one of the other men slapped him on the shoulder. He had never really burned in the sun before but using sun cream didn’t particularly seem like the masculine thing to do when he was surrounded by a group of lads he barely knew. It had only taken a day for his shoulders and arms to turn bright red and, although the other areas of his skin had gone brown in the five days that had followed, his shoulders were still raw and beginning to peel.

The man spun around to see who had smacked him and wasn’t surprised to see it was Barry. Back in England the pair lived next door to each other and, despite an almost two-year age gap between them, their parents got on well and they started hanging around together as children. It was easy to cross into each other’s garden to kick a ball around and they had grown up together. The trouble Steven had found was that Barry was a completely different person when he had been drinking. At home it didn’t create too much of a problem but, in the week they had been in Faliraki, they had drunk a lot, which meant his friend had spent a lot of time being abusive and aggressive.

That was a problem in itself for Steven but had been compounded by the fact he didn’t really know anyone else. Matthew and Lewis seemed like decent enough guys and kept their heads down in much the way he did. Ed was very quiet and they’d not seen much of him in the past couple of days but it was Barry and Jacob who seemed to be permanently drunk. Steven wasn’t enjoying spending time around either of them but it was hard to walk away considering the six of them were sharing two rooms.

Barry was standing with two empty glasses. ‘You want another one, Stevie?’

The young man hated being called ‘Stevie’, ‘Stevo’, ‘Steffie’, ‘Stig’ or any of the other nicknames which seemed to have appeared on the holiday. He often wondered why it was so hard to simply call him by his name. ‘I’ll skip this round.’

Barry looked on, disgusted. ‘Fellas?’

Of the three other young men sat around the table, only Jacob nodded. ‘Same again.’

Barry stared from one person to the next. ‘Matty? Lew? You guys in?’ The two shook their heads. ‘Lightweights,’ Barry said, stomping off towards the bar.

Steven exchanged knowing looks with Matthew and Lewis but was grateful they were sticking together in not being forced to drink. The holiday had been something of a learning curve. He had come away largely because of Barry’s promise to find him a girl. He wasn’t a virgin but it had been a while and the girls back home never seemed interested in him. Barry’s promise of ‘drunken slags who’ll shag anything’ wasn’t exactly what he had in mind but he thought there would at least be a lot of girls he’d never met before – and perhaps one among them who wouldn’t mind hanging out with him.

As it was, the focus of the holiday had largely been alcohol-related and, although there were large groups of girls around, Steven hadn’t really had the courage to talk to anyone. Barry and Jacob were the two who had confidence, although they were frequently too drunk to do anything other than leer and shout. Steven hadn’t really enjoyed the break at all. He wanted things to do that didn’t involve spending most of the day in bed or on the beach, then all night drinking. For some people that inertia would sound like an ideal day but, for him, it was boring.

He was currently in a bar just off the main through street in Faliraki. It was English-themed and the fact they’d flown for five hours to sit in a bar and eat full English breakfasts at five in the afternoon wasn’t an irony that was lost on him, even if it clearly was on both Barry and Jacob. On the first night, Matthew had suggested trying a Greek restaurant near their hotel but he had been instantly shot down by Jacob saying, ‘I’m not eating that foreign shit’. They’d had either fry-ups, chips or burgers every day since then. The current bar was the one they had started the last three evenings in. St George’s flags were pinned along the wooden frames of the structure and a giant television at the back had British sports channels on continuously. When there was no live sport to show, cheesy pop music blared out of speakers over the bar. It wouldn’t have been Steven’s choice of venue but it was admittedly cheaper than some of the bars in the area.

‘Where’s Ed?’ Jacob asked, not directing his question to any of the other three in particular.

Matthew, Lewis and Steven all exchanged looks to query who Jacob had been speaking to but it was Steven who answered. ‘I think he’s off with that girl again.’

‘Pfft,’ Jacob said dismissively. ‘What a deserting little prick. It’s not as if she’s even got any friends for the rest of us.’

Steven was actually a little jealous. On the second day of their break, the six of them had been in a bar on the main street. It was crowded and noisy but, after an hour or so, Matthew noticed Ed was no longer with them. They had found him outside on a raised kerb talking to a girl. According to Lewis, who played rugby with him, Ed was still a virgin and everyone seemed surprised it was him who had been the first to hook up with someone of the opposite sex.

In the days that followed, Ed and the girl, who they had found out was called Sam, had spent pretty much all their time together. Barry and Jacob hadn’t taken it too well but it was clear to Steven their jealousy was based around the fact they hadn’t had any luck with women since they had arrived on the island of Rhodes. Steven didn’t actually resent Ed as they seemed to – he was simply envious because he wanted to find someone of the opposite sex he could hang around with.

The evening progressed much as the previous few had. Jacob and Barry drank constantly while Steven, Matthew and Lewis had just enough to get them drunk without going completely over the top. They moved from the English bar into one of the clubs. Most people went there to dance but the five of them sat in near-silence close to the bar watching the swaying crowd. Jacob would make the odd grab towards girls if any were unfortunate enough to get too near but, aside from that, the night was as uneventful as the rest of the holiday had been.

The next night they would be going home and, for Steven, it couldn’t come soon enough. After an hour or so, Jacob made one lunge too many towards a girl and they were thrown out. The places didn’t have bouncers like clubs might at home but the threat of the police had convinced Jacob it was time to go. After he hurled a mouthful of abuse at the few security staff, the five of them started to walk towards their apartment block.

Steven found the hotel itself horrible. There was no air-conditioning, which made sleeping at night almost impossible, while sharing a room was something he wasn’t overly comfortable with seeing as he was an only child and not used to it. Barry was a bad snorer but at least tended to fall asleep after they got back. Matthew wasn’t too bad and the other three were in the room next door. Although they were all clearly struggling to sleep, Steven would at least lie on his uncomfortable bed and try. In the adjoining room, Jacob would put music or the television on and generally make life miserable for all of them. If it had disturbed Barry, he would have probably stopped but Jacob knew the other four were intimidated by him, so did whatever he wanted.

The walk back to the hotel was slow and tortuous with both Jacob and Barry offering to fight bystanders for no reason other than the fact they were there. Steven, Matthew and Lewis kept quiet and walked a few paces behind, trying not to get caught up in things. Over the course of the week they hadn’t said too much to each other but had bonded in a silent way because of the way they had been mutually bullied into submission.

Eventually they arrived back at the apartments, making their way up the outside stairs to their rooms on the fourth floor. Steven had the key and opened the door but was hit by a wall of humidity as he walked into the room. The evening was cool but the room was far hotter. He had barely reached his bed when he heard Jacob’s unmistakable voice from the next room. Barry had opened the door that connected the interiors and was standing in the doorway cheering before crossing into the other room. Dreading what he might see but feeling inquisitive, Steven followed Matthew into the adjoining room.

It only took a moment to see what the noise had been about. Ed was in a bed on top of Sam. They had clearly just been disturbed while having sex and the look on the woman’s face was pure horror. Because the boys had been thrown out of the club, they had returned to the rooms around an hour-and-a-half earlier than they had on previous days.

Sam was holding the thin white sheet across the top of her chest with Ed lying half on top of her, also under the cover. Jacob was still cheering. ‘Waheeeeeyyyyy. Have you brought her back for us all to have a go? Good lad.’

Steven could see the disgusted look on the girl’s face. Her blonde hair was tangled across her face and he could see thin tan marks on her skin from where she had been wearing a bikini. She looked directly at Jacob then glanced across at the other boys. It was obvious she was associating the five of them together. ‘Fuck off,’ she said venomously, clutching the cover to herself. Ed looked as if he was going to say something but Barry was now standing next to the bed. Jacob was a little further back in the room next to Steven, Lewis and Matthew.

‘Mind your fucking language,’ Barry said, snatching the sheet away. Jacob started laughing as there was a brief tug of war with Sam desperately trying to hold onto the sheet. Ed’s eyes were wide with fear, Sam’s full of fury. It only took a second or two before Barry managed to grab the sheet away, leaving both Ed and Sam naked on the bed. The woman tried her best to cover her body as Barry and Jacob sneered with joyous laughter.

Steven felt sick and ashamed as he took in her thin frame but said nothing. The humid air suddenly felt cold. He shivered as Jacob stepped forward. ‘Nice of you to bring your little girlfriend around to give us all a go.’

Ed was reaching towards a pile of clothes on the floor. ‘Leave her alone.’

Jacob lunged forward and slapped him across the face with a large crack. Steven heard Lewis gasp next to him and felt stunned himself. ‘Do you think you’re better than us?’ Jacob said loudly. Ed was shaking with what Steven guessed was a mixture of shock and anger. Jacob slapped him again. ‘You think you’re better than us just because you’ve got yourself a whore for a week.’

Jacob’s words were slurring together, the alcohol in full effect, but Ed seemed unable to speak himself. Steven felt frozen and neither of the other two standing next to him said anything. Sam was staring at Jacob herself, still trying to cover her body. ‘Leave him alone,’ she shouted.

Jacob picked Ed up and shoved him to the ground then sat on the bed as Sam tried to shuffle away from him. Her clothes were in a pile with Ed’s on the opposite side of the bed from where she was. Sam went to stand but Jacob reached across and snatched her hand away so she was no longer covering her top half. ‘Why, what are you going to do about it?’

Barry threw the sheet across the room and walked to the door connecting the two rooms, closing it. He then went to the main front door and locked it. Steven watched on, too intimidated to say anything. As the doors were shut he saw the look on Sam’s face change from defiance to outright fear.

‘Let me go,’ she said fiercely. Ed had taken a pair of shorts from the floor and put them on. He stood and tried to hand some clothes to Sam but Barry snatched them away and flung them across the room.

At seeing her clothes being tossed around, Sam repeated her words but it sounded far more of a plea second time around. ‘Let me go.’

Steven finally found his voice but it faltered and cracked as he spoke. ‘I think we should just leave things.’

Jacob glared across at him furiously, then he used his free hand to point at Steven and the other two standing next to him. ‘If any of you fucking move, I promise you won’t be getting on that plane back home in one piece.’ He then turned to Ed. ‘And if you try anything, you’ll get the same treatment.’

He yanked the young woman fully onto the bed by only her wrist. She started shouting but Jacob put a hand across her mouth and pushed her hard into the mattress. Steven would never forget his next words. ‘Bazza, she’s all yours.’

29

As Steven finished talking, he was in tears. Jessica felt a sickness in her stomach that she’d only had on a few occasions and she was furious. ‘Did you just stand and watch?’ she said, barely trying to control her anger. Izzy looked close to tears next to her.

The man shrugged. ‘I tried not to watch.’

‘Well, that’s all right then. Some innocent girl was attacked by two men while you did nothing but because you were staring at the ground, everything’s just fine.’

Jessica rarely lost her temper when interviewing but she couldn’t control it. She hadn’t thought throughout speaking to Steven that he was involved in cutting off people’s hands but they now had someone who had a motive as good as any. There couldn’t be many better ways to tell people to keep their hands to themselves than by cutting them off. It was also now obvious why they had been left so publicly – the poor woman wanted the police to know what the men had done.

Jessica realised she was jumping to conclusions but wondered if ‘Sam’ was the person responsible or if it was someone she knew. An enormous part of her wished the woman luck but there was still a part of her thinking rationally as a police officer, trying to calm herself. Steven hadn’t said anything and was still crying gently to himself.

‘Do you know her last name?’

‘Sam’s?’

‘Who else?’

‘Sorry, I don’t remember. I’ve tried to forget.’

‘Do you have any photos or anything from the holiday?’

Steven was snivelling. ‘I think I might have a copy of the one you’ve got somewhere but that would be all. When we got back no one ever talked about it. It was as if it never happened. I didn’t really see them after that, only Barry.’

‘Could you describe Sam?’

Jacob gave them a vague description of a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes. Jessica said she would arrange for him to see someone who could digitally create an image from his description but she doubted it would do much good.

‘Do you think I’m in danger?’ he asked.

Jessica forced herself not to say what she was thinking, ‘You should be’, but instead answered professionally. ‘I don’t know, possibly. We might be able to arrange someone to come around and be with you.’

‘What about my wife and children?’

‘What about them? We would protect them too.’

‘I’d have to tell them why there was someone here.’ Steven seemed frightened, his eyes wide and teary.

‘That would be up to you,’ Jessica said.

‘Couldn’t you put someone . . . I don’t know, like a secret plain-clothes officer or someone across the road or something?’

‘It doesn’t work like that,’ Jessica said. ‘Besides, they would have to follow you wherever you went. If you want protection, I can ask and see what we can arrange. It’s up to you if you want to explain that to your wife.’

The man nodded dejectedly. ‘Am I going to be in trouble?’

Jessica stood and Izzy followed. ‘I don’t know, we’ll come back to you. We’ve got to get back to Manchester but I’ll leave you my card. If you want me to ask someone about sending an officer here, you’ll have to let me know.’

The drive back to Longsight was a lot shorter as the motorway had been cleared but the two women sat in near silence. Although Jessica had said she would get back to Steven about whether he’d be in trouble, she knew he most likely wouldn’t be. She would check the records but unless a crime had been reported in Faliraki itself, there would be no record of the attack. Not only that but, without a victim or formal complaint, all they actually had was his confession to watching an assault happen. She didn’t want to tell him that straight away though. Jessica also doubted he would contact them for any sort of protection because he would want to keep things from his wife and children. If she thought for a moment his family could be in danger, she would have gone out of her way to arrange it regardless but, so far, no one else had been harmed except for the four men.

Jessica thought back to her own meeting with Jacob and the cocky way he had eyed her and Izzy. At the time she had ignored it but she could see it in a different light now and was a little unnerved.

Back at the station she went straight to see Cole, taking Izzy with her and passing on everything Steven had told them. It was tough to know where to go from there because they had so little information on Sam. At some point Steven could be brought in for a formal interview but Jessica doubted he would have much more to add than what he’d told them. If anything, he’d offer less because he’d be more nervous with a tape running.

Izzy left to see if she could find anything from the police in Faliraki. None of them had ever liaised with the Greek police in the past but there were interpreters available if the language proved too much of a barrier. If the crime had been reported, the woman’s full name would have been recorded. Meanwhile, Jessica and Cole talked through the few options they had. Steven insisted the girl had an English accent but, because the attack had happened overseas, they had no idea what part of the country she might come from. They couldn’t exactly launch a national ‘Were you assaulted eleven years ago in Faliraki’ media campaign and they had nothing else other than a first name to work with.

Jessica decided she was going to revisit the victims’ families to see if any of them had come up with any further photos from the trip. Given the nature of what had happened, she doubted many of the young men involved would have kept too many mementoes but Vicky Barnes was her best bet simply because she seemed to keep a record of everything relating to her son. From what Steven had said, Lewis had been an onlooker in the same way he had but Jessica doubted he had told his mother anything about what had happened. If that was true and he brought home photos from the trip, Vicky might have kept them for herself.

She went back to the main floor of the station where Diamond and Rowlands were both working. Usually Jessica would have a bit of a joke with them but it was clear Izzy had told her colleague everything and they were both working quietly and determinedly.

‘How are you doing?’ Jessica asked.

Izzy seemed annoyed. ‘I’ve had to jump through all sorts of hoops to get through to the right person but the head of police on Rhodes actually speaks really good English. He checked the records of crimes reported from eleven years back but there was nothing that suits our case. There were a few sexual assaults and all sorts of violent crimes but the ones caught were fined and deported and a huge majority are unsolved because the people would have gone home. He looked at the sexual crimes but there was nothing reported by anyone called “Sam” and nothing matched the circumstances Steven described.’

Jessica sat on the edge of their desk. ‘Bollocks.’

Rowlands looked up at her. ‘I’ve checked outstanding warrants passed from their police to ours but there’s nothing on there either. As far as we can tell, the attack was never reported. We don’t have a clue what her last name was.’

Jessica stood back up. ‘I checked with the holiday companies before and they didn’t have records going back that far.’

‘What are we going to do then?’ Rowlands asked.

‘You come with me and we’ll visit Vicky Barnes again,’ Jessica said. ‘Maybe Lewis brought back some photos or he kept a diary? If she doesn’t have anything we’ll go to Charlie Marks’s house to look.’ Jessica looked across to Izzy. ‘Can you do something else for me?’

‘What are you after?’

‘It’s not nice.’

‘Go on.’

‘Get an officer and check back through any unsolved sexual assaults from the past thirteen years or so. See if any of the descriptions match Jacob Chrisp. If there was DNA it would have been matched when his hand was identified so look for cases where we don’t have that. It might be nothing but, if Steven’s account is right, he might well have form for it. We would have to visit the victims with a photo of Jacob if anything does compare but it could at least give them some closure if he was responsible.’

Jessica let Dave drive to Vicky Barnes’s house. The Markses’ might have been the more obvious choice but it was going to be a big job to hunt through all of the junk and Charlie had already said he would. Vicky was apparently doing the same but Jessica didn’t know if she was looking for the right thing. They travelled more or less in silence, Jessica still upset by everything they had found out that day. Asking Izzy to check other unsolved cases had been done on something of a whim but, if Jacob was as sinister as Steven had made him sound, he certainly seemed the type who wouldn’t have stopped at one attack. They would probably examine Barry’s background at some point too but he had died a fair few years beforehand and would have had a smaller amount of time to be involved in anything.

Jessica had called Vicky Barnes to let her know they wanted to come around again and she’d said that was fine. As she welcomed them in, the woman assured the officers without prompting she had the kettle on. Jessica wasn’t bothered by that but let the woman fuss. Dave seemed as disturbed as Jessica had been by the shrine Vicky kept to her son. They whispered in the living room as the woman was in the kitchen.

‘This is really weird,’ Rowlands said quietly as he looked around at the pictures.

‘It might be a bit unconventional but it’s really a mother who loves her son,’ Jessica pointed out.

‘I’d be creeped out if my mum kept all these things for me.’

On another day, Jessica might have said that was because he had a face not even a mother could love but she wasn’t in the mood. ‘I wouldn’t fancy being her son’s girlfriend like January was. It’s no wonder there was a clash between mother and potential daughter-in-law,’ she replied.

‘Yeah, sod that.’

They stopped talking as Vicky walked back into the room with a cup of tea for her and two glasses of water. ‘I’ve been looking through the photos as you asked,’ she said. ‘I couldn’t see any others of Lewis with those other boys or I would have called.’ She sat in the same armchair she had the other day as the two officers leant forward on the sofa.

Jessica spoke next. ‘Do you keep photos of Lewis’s friends as well as him?’

‘Yes but I didn’t have any of the two you were asking about.’

‘How about Edward Marks? He was one of the ones who played in Lewis’s rugby team. Do you have any more of him?’

‘Rugby photos?’

‘Anything, maybe ones from the same holiday the other photo we were looking at was taken on?’

Vicky pulled a face as if thinking. ‘There were a few but they’re mainly of Lewis . . .’ She took a long slurp from her cup and then stood. ‘Everything is upstairs. You can come up if you want.’

On the way up the stairs, there were more photos of Lewis pinned to the walls, along with more certificates. Vicky led them into a bedroom that had Rowlands gasping.

‘Do you like it?’ Vicky asked, hearing his surprise. ‘It’s as he left it.’

The room was decorated as if a teenage boy lived in it. There were posters of girls and footballers on the wall, a few toys and a duvet cover of an old cartoon character. Jessica rolled her eyes, knowing Dave’s reaction was because this was his ultimate bedroom.

‘It’s great,’ he said.

Vicky crouched and pulled two huge boxes out from under the bed. ‘This is everything I kept. You might have noticed some of it on the walls but I rotate things around.’ She pointed to the first box, then the second. ‘Everything from when he was born up until eighteen is in that box, everything eighteen to now is in there.’ Jessica could see stacks of photo albums as well as small wallets which likely contained loose pictures. Vicky continued to describe the contents. ‘He got a digital camera and took some photos on his phone but I had them printed out. There might be some bits on the computer at his flat but this is everything I know of.’

As the woman mentioned her son’s ‘flat’, Jessica realised she could be on the brink of another rant about January so she stepped in before she could start. ‘If Lewis went to Faliraki when he was almost nineteen, which box should it be in?’

‘Everything’s in chronological order, it will be easy to find.’ Vicky sat on the edge of the bed and picked a few albums out, skimming the contents, returning them, then taking another. It was less than a minute before she handed Jessica one small album and Dave a wallet. ‘Everything is in those. I checked the other day after we’d spoken but there’s nothing of the other two; it’s mainly pictures of Lewis. I remember because it was the first time he had gone away without me. I didn’t want to let him at first but he kept on about it and eventually I said he could as long as he took photos of everything.’

Jessica started to look through the album as Dave sat on the bed and took out the pictures one by one. It was clear straight away Vicky knew what she was talking about. Every picture in the album Jessica had was of Lewis. In most of them he seemed to be forcing a smile and was either sitting by a pool, on a beach or in a bar. Neither Barry, Jacob nor Steven were in any but there were odd shots with Ed and Matthew in.

Jessica tried to take her time to search the backgrounds of the images but there was nothing. Rowlands was around two-thirds through his pile of photos when he held one up. ‘Jess.’