McEwan returned to the car deep in thought. “How well do you know this place?” he said, leaning in the open passenger door. Given McEwan"s state, Kate had driven them here.
“Not too well. I"ve been here as many times as you have,” Kate said, remembering her own trips with trepidation. While she liked The Mistress it was hard to warm to her. “And to no doubt a similar reception. So basically all I know are the front grounds, hallway, stairs, study and back again.”
“What about any out-buildings or something like that?” He peered into the murky depths of the forest which didn"t admit much light even during the day.
“Your guess is as good as mine. There could be anything in these woods.” Kate followed his lead and tried to divine a path.
“The firemen didn"t find any bodies in the ruin, but
