Becky’s POV
Samantha's horrified face stayed out of my grasp in my head. She had been so near to sharing everything with us, then vanished under her dread. Paul and I watched her vanish into the throng, and each second that went by we felt our prospects vanishing. We sorely needed her, but Joan's hold on her was too strong.
Both of us were silent, immersed in our thoughts. Paul and I went back to his flat. The air thick with unsaid concern seemed to shut in on us from the walls.
Paul spoke at last, shattering the silence: "She was scared out of her mind. Joan has her wrapped around her finger. We must have yet another strategy.”
I moved around the room while my ideas flew by. Samantha knows far too much. If she was that terrified, Joan had to use something serious to keep her under co
