Twenty four hours of inactivity. She would go mad.
During the course of the day and night she had veered from one extreme to another. Nick would find her. How could he find her? William would intervene and come to claim her. He didn't know she was here. How could she marry him? The police would find out and throw them all into prison. Lucy and Pat's plane would be blown up in a terrorist plot. Don't think that! David was here to do what? Nothing bad, she hoped, ignoring what she knew. Throughout the morning she prowled from one room to another, back and forth, back and forth.
She would go mad.
Pulling on shorts and tank top she snatched up her purse and ran from the house into the air, down to the shops opposite the sea. In the little coffee house across from the beach, owned and freque
