Sarah crossed her fingers. She should have known better; whoever it was; Ryan or someone else; was not likely to call Keith darling
Keith Harley informed Sarah that no, there had not been anything distinctive at all about his voice, other than that he was clearly from the south. Or would have been there long enough to be able to manage a reasonable resemblance of the accent.
"So what did he tell you to do?" Sarah asked him.
Keith closed his eyes. "To be quiet and sit on the chair. I did, and he tied my hands and my legs. And then he told me to sit quietly until he came back. So I did. They went past with paintings and other things that they put in the truck, but none of the others spoke to me."
"And did he come back?" She knew that he had come back for Yana, so she was interested to kn
