The police released me with instructions to return for a follow-up interview. I spent the next three days at the motel, waiting for someone to decide whether my disappearance counted as a crime.
Graham did not call. Mara did. She asked if I was eating, if I had talked to a lawyer, if I planned to stay in Bellwether Cove.
I answered the first two questions. I couldn't answer the third.
On the fourth day, I walked to the harbor. The memorial plaque was still fixed to the low stone wall beside the pier. My name was engraved beneath the words LOST AT SEA.
I stood in the rain and read it. Someone had left a sprig of rosemary in the c***k between the stones.
Graham appeared at the far end of the pier. He stopped when he saw me.
I didn't approach him. I stayed where I was.
He came over slo
