That night Emily woke to find herself standing naked on the marble veranda outside the villa. It had been hot in her room, the shutters closed because she so hated the whining of mosquitoes. She had flung off the thin cotton T-shirt that served as nightwear and eventually even the thin sheet that covered her. Then at last she had fallen deeply asleep. And now she was awake and standing outside.
Usually when she woke like this she was frightened and disorientated. Yet the scene was so wonderful, the sea gleaming in the radiant pure white light of the waning moon, the air cool and fresh outdoors unlike the stuffy bedroom. She was entranced, and just stood there taking it all in. She heard the call of the nightjar an eerie sound. Then she shivered the wind had risen and it was probably t
