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The Captain : 4th Day
But they didn't. We drove round and round for about three hours. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. I stayed up until midnight hoping for a call from Captain Maud, but she never phoned.
We're sitting having a good breakfast in case something develops and we don't get the chance to eat later. Eat when you can. I'm as blue as blue as can be. If Piet and Clara weren't here with me, I'd be climbing the walls. My imagination is working overtime, conjuring up scenes of r**e, humiliation and even murder. Kempton has grown horns and a tail. Every time I think of him he’s larger than the time before, and Meredith is shrinking. Piet’s contacts haven’t yielded any further information.
My phone's ringing. Captain Maud. News at last.
“I put my men onto re-checking the rental sites this
