Taking the proffered bottle, Lee replied, “Good idea. Thanks. See you soon. Hurry!”
“Hurrying!” Nathan clambered up the slope, picking up speed as he hit the level. Then, when he was on the flatter surface of the road, he began to run—this time not bothering to avoid the puddles. Wet feet hardly mattered when a man’s life was on the line.
The run seemed to clear his mind, so by the time he got to the cottage he was much more focused. Quickly, he let himself into the building and searched for his phone. Since they’d arrived on their break he’d not really given it a second thought—the whole point of being on holiday was to get away from everything.
He finally spotted the device on his bedside table and grabbed it. No signal. f*****g typical!
Lee’s phone. Where was it? Renewing his searc
