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‘Took the boat down to Spain for a few weeks over the summer.’
    ‘Very nice,’ Maria smiled, and looked at her daughters. ‘And Aunty Megan didn’t invite us?’
    ‘Aunty Megan,’ Callum interjected before the three girls could challenge him, ‘has important business to discuss.’
    ‘What’s more important than taking us girls to Spain?’ Maria smiled slyly.
    ‘The next time,’ Megan promised as Maria ushered her daughters out of the conservatory.
    ‘Can I get you a…, beer?’ Callum asked cautiously.
    ‘Just a coke,’ Megan said, shaking her car–keys and ignoring the furtive expression on Callum’s features, ‘but why don’t you have one?’
    ‘Don’t mind if I do,’ Callum agreed, and strolled across to a small refrigerator plugged into one of the wall sockets. He retrieved a beer and a can of coke, passing it to Megan. Callum opened his beer and took a long pull as he sat down on the edge of a make–shift workbench standing nearby.
    ‘How’s the life of the country gent?’ Megan asked.
    ‘Much like that of the city slicker I suspect,’ Callum replied with a grin. ‘Beats working for a living, doesn’t it?’
    ‘Sure does,’ Megan replied, sitting on a deck–chair that had been abandoned in the middle of the conservatory. ‘You got your share through, and all the paperwork cleared?’
    ‘Every penny,’ Callum nodded, his ever–cheerful eyes twinkling even brighter than they had used to. ‘Everything went fine. I’ve been working on this place ever since and watching the interest quietly build up in every account Maria and I have.’
    ‘Do you hear much from Pete?’
    ‘Not so much now. He’s all set up down in South Africa. Converted his share into SA Rand, ended up being worth five times its relative value in Sterling. I’m surprised he didn’t just buy Botswana.’
    Megan nodded in contemplative silence, looking around at the idyllic cottage and its garden.
    ‘You got your yuppie pad in the city I take it,’ Callum enquired.
    ‘All done, and the marina there’s just right for the boat. Everything’s perfect.’
    Callum chuckled, shaking his head.
    ‘The three of us sure pulled off the coup of the century out there, didn’t we?’
    ‘Once in a lifetime opportunity,’ Megan nodded.
    ‘Do you ever wake up in the night fearing that it’s all going to end, as though it’s all been just a big dream?’
    ‘Used to all the time,’ Megan replied, ‘less now though.’
    ‘Me too. Which is why I suppose I’m a little worried that you’re here. This isn’t a social call, is it.’
    ‘No, it’s not.’
    Callum looked around at the cottage and smiled to himself.
    ‘I suppose you had to call it in one day or another, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon.’
    ‘Something came up.’
    ‘Tell me.’
    ‘Do you remember when I was working in Mexico?’
    Callum’s face fell as though he’d just recalled a particularly bad nightmare.
    ‘I could hardly forget – you were gone for years.’
    ‘An investigative reporter from Chicago got interested in my stories on abductions helped me out.’
    ‘Amy something–or–other,’ Callum nodded. ‘Sure, how is she?’
    ‘I don’t know, that’s the problem. She’s disappeared.’
    The Scotsman’s features hardened like granite, thick fingers playing distractedly with his beer can. ‘You’re going after her.’
    ‘I need your help on this one.’
    Callum took a deep breath.
    ‘Megan, I know you’ve got a thing about lost people, but maybe this isn’t something you should be doing right now, after – after what happened, you know?’
    ‘I know what I’m doing,’ Megan replied evenly. ‘This isn’t a crusade and I’m not looking to become a martyr in the process. I owe her, Callum. She went the distance for me more times that I can remember. Without her I’d never have got as far as I did.’
    ‘Where was she last seen?’
    ‘The Republic of Mordania.’
    Callum paused half–way through a mouthful