“MI5 are looking for them.”
“Oh, thank God,” Karen gasps as her husband updates her on the situation. “Do you think they’ll find them? Please say yes.”
Shelley sighs. “They’re providing us with the best chance of finding them.”
“That’s not a yes.”
“It’s not a no, either.”
“I need a definitive answer, Tim!”
“Well, I can’t give you one, Karen. I’m doing all I can.”
She begins to sob, her tears splashing onto her jeans. “How could this happen?”
“I let you all down. But we will find them. Just try to stay by the phone, in case they call.”
“Who, the Mafia?” She begins to panic now.
“The Mafia, the girls, anyone.”
“How am I supposed to deal with the Mafia?”
“It’ll be simple requests, probably, but call me if they get in touch. We can track the call from the office.”
Her voice quiver
