CHAPTER 22
The WPC handed Jill the cup and saucer. “Try and drink this,” she said. Her hand trembling, Jill took the china crockery and held it on her lap. It was part of a set they had been given as a wedding present. “So how long has your husband known this girl?” asked the uniformed police sergeant his pen poised over the regulation issue note book.
“About four months,” said Jill her voice strained with emotion.
“And you say they met on holiday on Menorca, is that correct?”
“Yes,” replied Jill.
“And this girl, how old did you say she is?”
“Fifteen,” whispered Jill.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that,” said the sergeant.
“Fifteen,” she repeated.
“And have you any idea where they may have gone?” pressed the sergeant.
“If I knew that I wouldn’t bloody well be calling you lot,” she sn
