Chapter 12The little boy nestled close to Melina when she put her arm round him.
“You are all right now,” she told him in French. “We are taking you to your mother and father.”
“Those men were bad, very bad,” he answered in a high childish voice. “They beat me and said that tomorrow they were going to kill me.”
Melina glanced over his head towards Bing who was concentrating on getting every ounce of speed out of the car.
“Do you hear that?” she asked in English. “Tomorrow! We were only just in time.”
“I knew that,” he answered briefly and she wondered why he had kept the knowledge to himself and not let her share the anxiety as to how quickly the sands of time were running out.
“I was brave,” the small boy went on. “I cried a lot, I-I couldn’t help it, but I knew that Papa – would se
