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liaise with PC Allen. Also find out if Johnnie said anything to Isabella or anyone else in the family about staying on here that extra week. Ask Isabella if there was any change in his manner or if he’d ever mentioned being fed up with his job.’
    Mournfully, Cantelli said, ‘I’ve ruined your sailing.’
    ‘No, you haven’t,’ Horton firmly replied, thinking that by now he might have been well on his way to France but he was damn glad he wasn’t. And he was glad that Cantelli had summoned him back, though not for the reason he had. He watched a forlorn Cantelli leave and went in search of the photographer.

THREE
    H e found Sarah Conway in a corner of the marina office hunched over a laptop, drinking coffee and tearing hungrily into a Danish pastry. She looked up distractedly as he addressed her. Her expression quickly cleared as he explained who he was and showed his warrant card.
    ‘Xander said you’d find me.’ She waved him into the seat beside her, quickly removing from it her sailing jacket and camera paraphernalia.
    The Greek millionaire had been hot off the mark; not that Horton was complaining about that – speed was vital if they were going to find Johnnie, and there had been a decided lack of it so far. The seriousness of his tone must have made an impact on Andreadis; at least he hoped so.
    Horton eyed Sarah with interest. Despite the fact he’d glimpsed her hanging over the side of the high speed RIB, nothing had prepared him for her youth and natural beauty. She was much younger than he’d anticipated, about mid twenties, with the most unusual eyes he’d ever seen: pale blue with a darker blue surrounding the iris. She was wearing crumpled white shorts and a light blue T-shirt that had seen better days, no make up and her fair skin was only slightly tanned. Her boyish manner and very short hair reminded him of the pathologist Dr Gaye Clayton, only she was auburn whereas Sarah Conway was blonde.
    ‘Xander told me you’d like some photos of his crew.’ She pushed the rest of her pastry into her mouth as though she hadn’t eaten for hours, managing to make it a sensual gesture rather than a greedy one. Horton suspected she’d sacrificed food throughout the day in order to get some good shots and, judging by what he could see on the computer screen in front of him, they were superb.
    ‘Of Johnnie Oslow,’ he corrected.
    ‘He’s missing, is that right?’
    ‘Yes. Do you know him?’ She had a small piece of pastry left in the corner of her wide mouth but far from being off-putting he found it rather attractive and was suddenly filled with an impulse to reach out and brush it gently from her lips, but he quickly pulled himself up. His business here was serious.
    She shook her head. ‘I’ve spoken to him a few times but I wouldn’t say I know him.’
    ‘Impressions? Thoughts?’
    ‘Seems a nice boy.’
    He suppressed a smile. She could only be a couple of years older than Johnnie.
    ‘Always seemed very cheerful,’ she added.
    ‘And Xander Andreadis? How well do you know him?’
    ‘He’s a client, and a very good one,’ she replied earnestly with a broad grin.
    I bet, and one who pays handsomely
. ‘And you must be a very good photographer for him to commission you, and I can see that you are.’ Horton jerked his head at the pictures on the laptop.
    ‘They’re not bad, are they?’ She ran the back of her hand over her mouth, brushing away the remains of the Danish pastry.
    ‘That looks like Scott Masefield and his crew.’ Horton pointed to one of several images on the screen.
    ‘It is. Xander wants a selection of shots from each of their races. They did well today but not well enough for Scott. He’s very competitive, but then show me someone in yacht racing who isn’t! Competitive and mad. Do you sail?’ she asked, eyeing him in a way that he found rather intoxicating. She was a tease and fully aware of her sexual charm. Even if he hadn’t witnessed her in action on that