34Andrew Lambert looked up from his empty glass as a car roared past. Someone else desperate for answers, he mused, and gave a wry grin at nobody in particular. He threw some money down on the table and stood up. The long journey back held no attraction, but it was not something he could put off any longer. He pulled his coat close and began to make his way up the path, which led to the château and his waiting car.
As he approached, he patted his pockets to find his keys. He stopped. He rechecked his pockets. The keys were not there. Panic gripped him, a terrible sinking feeling overwhelming him. How was this possible? He went through every pocket again, taking his time, including the inside ones and the small zipped one on his sleeve. Nothing. Desperate now, he ripped off his coat and sh
