Everyone in Malta read Daphne, the fearless reporter who stood up to politicians, drug traffickers, tax dodgers – until the assassination that shook her family and shocked the world
It was around 2pm in London. I was at a friend’s house in the west of the city. We had just finished lunch and made coffee when my phone began to ring relentlessly with a Maltese number that I did not recognise. The caller was so insistent that it disturbed me. If there was an emergency in Malta, where the rest of my family still lived, I would have been called from a number I recognised.
I copied the number and sent it to my mother on WhatsApp, asking whether she knew it. I noticed that the message I sent received one grey tick, meaning it hadn’t been delivered. A message from a friend in Malta, an emergency doctor, came in: “Everything OK?”
