CHAPTER 25
Grant and Sara stood on the deck of the ferry and watched the islands slip by.
“That was the best honeymoon a girl could have,” said Sara wrapping her arms around Grant’s waist. “I never knew life could be so wonderful. I must be the luckiest girl in the world.”
Grant looked across to Tarbert and wondered how much longer their luck could last. That question was answered when tired and weary they cycled to Inveraray that evening. The poster outside the newsagents read MISSING GIRL; HUNT SWITCHES TO SOTLAND.
Grant’s heart leapt in his mouth, Sara saw it too.
“Stay here while I get a paper,” said Grant. The woman behind the counter looked up when Grant entered the shop and Grant could see his own reflection in her pebble-thick glasses. He walked over to the magazine rack and f
