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she was fast asleep. They slipped past the harbour and dropped anchor. Ruth waded to the shore, relishing the sensation of sand beneath the bare soles of her feet. The cove was quiet and unspoiled. It reminded her of home and made her long for the heat and the dust and the coolness of the deep, empty spaces. Not long now, not long.
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    The door opened as he reached for the bell. Yvonne’s tear-smeared face destroyed all remaining hope. A bespectacled man hovered at her shoulder: Malcolm. “What’s happened?” Dracup demanded. “Have they found her?”
    “Where on earth have you been?” Yvonne blurted. “You’d better explain what’s going on.”
    Dracup was shocked at Yvonne’s appearance. He reached for her but the gesture was met by folded arms, a thin, tight mouth.
    “Come in, old chap. That’s the way.” Malcolm extended a white forearm and pointed to the lounge. He pushed his spectacles back to their correct position on the bridge of his long nose and stood awkwardly aside.
    “I know my way around. Thanks.” Something about Malcolm brought out the worst in Dracup. But he supposed that he would feel the same about anyone stepping into his shoes, living with his wife. Ex wife, he reminded himself.
    Malcolm responded with forced levity. “Right. Of course. Sorry.”
    Yvonne’s face was pinched with anxiety. “Malcolm. Get some coffee, please.”
    “Will do.”
    Dracup stood by the fireplace. He realized this was the first time he had returned to the house since their divorce. The room had been rearranged; a new regime was in place.
    Yvonne glared at him. “Well? How did you know she was in danger? If this is anything to do with you, I –” Her fists were clenched.
    The suspicion and hostility took him aback. “With me? How can –”
    Malcolm reappeared. “Milk and sugar?” He waited protectively behind Yvonne, resting a steadying hand on her shoulder.
    “Yes. Two – please.”
    Yvonne blew her nose. “I’m – I’m sorry. Give me a moment.”
    “Take your time,” Dracup said. He softened his voice, hoping to calm her.
    The phone rang and Malcolm rushed to pick it up. Yvonne was on her feet. Dracup’s heart thudded sickly in his chest. Malcolm nodded then covered the receiver with his hand. “Sorry – work call.”
    Yvonne slumped back into her chair.
    Dracup said, “Go on.”
    “Nobody saw her after the whistle went for assembly. She was in the playground, then – she just disappeared. I thought you had planned it – I – oh, I don’t know what I thought.” Yvonne fixed him with an accusing stare. Her eyes were bloodshot, the pupils dilated.
    “I would never do anything like that. Give me some credit.”
    Yvonne looked into her lap where her hands were twisting something around and around: Natasha’s hair band. “I know. I’m sorry.”
    “What about the police?”
    “They were here an hour ago.”
    He knew that. He had waited until the squad cars had departed. “And?”
    “They were hopeless .”
    From the next room came the sound of muted conversation as Malcolm dispensed advice to his work colleague. Dracup’s mind was in overdrive. Was this Potzner’s doing? Why would the CIA organize a kidnap? If indeed Potzner was CIA. Was it all linked to the diary?
    Yvonne studied his face. “You look awful. What happened in Scotland?” She got out of the chair and came towards him.
    He raised both hands defensively. “I don’t know. I’ve had a strange twenty-four hours. It may be connected – I just don’t know.”
    “Well, what are you going to do? Do something. Anything –” Yvonne was shouting now, pacing the living room. Malcolm reappeared with coffee and an apologetic shrug. He caught and held onto her.
    Dracup didn’t know where to look. But he knew what he had to do. He was on his feet. “I have to go. If you hear anything, call me.”
    He needed support. Advice. He needed Sara.
    He left.
     
    “Simon – it’ll be all