Chapter TwelveDavid Maddocks shook his head in disbelief at the report, submitted most efficiently in English, from the Spanish private investigations agency. So it really was true. Though the information was sparse, it was surely conclusive.
A young woman had collected Howard Greenfield in the early evening. He had not returned to his hotel until close to daybreak. Only a few hours later the same woman had picked him up again.
It still left a lot unexplained. Why was he still acting strangely, as Pauline had indicated? A two-day fling in a foreign city might induce an immediate feeling of guilt, but surely he would have recovered to some degree by now. Of course, it could be more than a two-day fling. But if it was someone he knew in London and the trip abroad had been used as an opport
