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“Martin? Alex here. Sorry it’s early. Look, Kate and I would like to come up to Filoti this morning, would that be OK? It would be really good to see you.”
“No problem. How about in an hour?”
“Thanks, Martin. There’s something we want to tell you, something I know you’ll be interested in.”
“Oh, great. OK. We’ll have the coffee ready for half past ten.”
Alex and Kate Russell arrived in a hire car dead on half past ten. Coffee was soon ready on the balcony.
Kate Russell, whose appearance Day had only guessed at, was infinitely more interesting to look at than his imagination had suggested. She was probably in her early thirties but had the serious expression of someone older. She sat close to Alex, and Day decided that she and his friend looked a good match. Kate wore her hair tied
