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She turned the computer screen so that they could see it, her face pale. "File not found."
Leo and Harry had simultaneous feelings of misgiving. Suddenly, this had turned a whole lot nastier. "Who has access to the database?" asked Leo tersely.
"All the doctors and consultants," she replied. "And the admins, of course. Literally hundreds of people. And that's not even counting the NHS file-sharing we're piloting here. And though our security's pretty good, who's to say that someone couldn't have hacked in?" She groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
Harry thought quickly. "Paper files, though – do you still have paper files?" he asked urgently.
She nodded. "Probably not up-to-date, though – we tend to rely on the electronic ones."
"There should be back-up copies of the database somewhere," he muttered.
"I'll let IT know," she said hurriedly, about to send an email.
Leo stopped her. "If there's been a security breach, email might not be safe," he warned.
She looked at him, horrified at the implications, and reached out a shaking hand for her phone. Once she'd spoken to them, she turned to her filing cabinets, and started looking for the file. "Here," she said with relief. "Matthias Groenveld."
Leo nodded; it was the name they were expecting.
The phone rang again. "Dr. Melluish." Her face fell. "Thank you for letting me know." She sighed, putting the phone down. "They're going to try to find a copy of the database with the electronic record on," she said. "But they've traced the security breach to activity the night of Nikki's attack."
"External?"
She nodded. "It doesn't necessarily mean it wasn't somebody here, working on paperwork from home," she said. "Though it was an unrecognised IP address. But it widens the search considerably. They're letting the police know."
"So what do we do now?" asked Harry.
Leo got up. "I'm going back to the office. Harry, see Nikki as you intended, then go round and let her father know what's happened." A look passed between them, one that Harry understood – ask about Matthias Groenveld. He nodded, and Leo left them to go back to work.
Harry took a deep breath, and followed Rosemary to Nikki's bedside. "Hello, Nikki," she smiled. "Harry's brought some things for you to make you a bit more comfortable."
Nikki gave him a radiant smile. "Thanks, Harry."
"Thank Janet for the clothes," he joked. "She went rifling through your room for them. I can face dead bodies, but not going through your underwear drawer."
Nikki giggled. "Coward. What did you bring?"
"Couple of books, iPod and charger, and your photo albums."
"Oh, great!" she smiled. "I was getting bored with Hello and Country Life."
"Perhaps you and Harry would like to go through the photos?" suggested Rosemary. "They might help you remember something."
He opened up the first one, photos of her childhood in South Africa. "You were cute," he informed her. "What happened?"
She stuck her tongue out at him, and grinned.
"Who's that?" he asked, pointing to a woman in a family grouping. "Your mum?"
"Mm."
"You look a lot like her."
"Yes, I take after that side of the family. I think. Someone said that to me once…"
"Who was that, Nikki?" asked Rosemary gently. "Try to remember."
"Not sure. Uncle Matt, maybe…"
"Uncle Matt? Was he the one your mum didn't get on with?"
"Hm? Oh, yes, that's right. They had a quarrel. They used to be very close."
"Can you remember what it was about?"
She shook her head. "I don't think I ever knew, it was when I was young."
Rosemary nodded. "Was he older or younger than your mum?"
Nikki looked at her blankly for a moment, then said quietly. "He was her twin, I think."
"Would your father know?" asked Harry.
She shrugged. "Probably."
Rosemary nodded to herself. "Okay, why don't we look at some later photos? Harry, what's in that last one?"
He flicked it open to the back page, the most recent photos of the picnic. "Who's that?" asked Nikki, pointing at the picture of Leo and Janet.
"That's Janet, Leo's wife."
"Oh!" She blushed. "When you mentioned her earlier, I thought… I thought maybe she was your girlfriend, or something."
Harry's stomach flip-flopped as he saw the look on her face. "No. No, I don't have a girlfriend."
There was a stilted silence for a moment, as Nikki looked down at the bedclothes suddenly, trying to hide a smile. "Okay," said Rosemary, breaking the silence a little unwillingly. "Nikki, do you remember going on this picnic?"
"No, not really."
"Okay, one last photo." She drew the printout of Harry's facial reconstruction out of her file. "Do you recognise this person?"
She frowned. "I think so…"
"Who do you think it is?" asked Harry gently.
"Well, it looks like Uncle Matt, before he had his accident. He told everyone it was an attack, but actually he rode his bike into a tree, got a scar all the way down his face. Nearly took his eye out." He looked at their quiet faces. "What? What is it?"
"You think this is Matthias Groenveld?" asked Rosemary
"Well, it looks a lot like him," she said doubtfully. "I can't be a hundred percent sure."
Harry took a deep breath. "Nikki… the night you were attacked, when you called me. Was it to tell me something about your uncle?"
She sighed. "I don't know. I don't think so… no, wait! I remember, something… something…" she shook her head. "Something about his daughter?"