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  Suddenly, out of nowhere, she couldn’t stand any more. So much anger and fear and confusion surged up inside her that her whole body was racked with despair. ‘I don’t want to be here,’ she sobbed, pressing her hands to her head. ‘I want to go away where no one can find me.’ Her father would be sorry then. Everyone would. They might even stop thinking about Sam and her mother all the time, because she’d be missing too and it would serve them all right if they couldn’t find her.

  Chapter Ten

  VIVIENNE WAS AT the horse sanctuary, standing with Reg Thomas, the local auctioneer, whose broad face was tilted upwards as they watched two police helicopters swoop by overhead.

  ‘You knows what all thass about, don’t you?’ Reg said gravely as the helicopters began to hover a few hundred yards away. ‘They’m looking for the woman what’s gone missing. Mrs Avery. I expect you’ve read about it, or heard it on the news.’

  Realising he hadn’t made the connection, Vivienne continued to watch without replying. She could hardly bear to contemplate the horror of what Miles must be going through now. It was too much, she was thinking. Finding out he had a son who’d been kept from him, the indignity of having his home turned upside down in search of his wife, knowing the police suspected him of playing some part in her disappearance, just as they had when Sam had been taken. She wished she could be with him to give him some support, and a sense that at least one part of his life wasn’t falling apart. Though considering the conclusions the police were already jumping to over Rufus, she was hardly a safe haven for him now.

  Remembering his anger last night at what he’d seen as a betrayal, she felt the remorse building up in her again. She couldn’t imagine he’d feel any differently this morning, though she had no way of knowing, since he hadn’t returned any of her calls.

  ‘They’m going to have a heck of a job on their hands if they’m about searching the moor,’ the auctioneer commented, scratching his head. ‘Probably won’t never find her if they has to do that.’

  ‘You’re assuming,’ Vivienne said, trying to keep her tone light, ‘that she’s there to be found, and as far as I’m aware there’s no evidence to say she is.’

  He shrugged. ‘True enough,’ he conceded, ‘but you got to admit, it’s starting to look a bit suspicious now, with no sign of her going into the station and him not even contacting the police till three weeks or more after she’d gone.’ He jammed his hands in his pockets and puffed out his chest. ‘Met her once or twice,’ he said, his owlish eyes moving out across the field where half a dozen or more rescued horses were tearing up tufts of grass and munching pleasurably. ‘Nice woman. Quiet. Kept herself to herself mostly, but she was always polite. Brought some pieces in for auction a couple of months ago: an old Byzantine clock, and some paintings she said was done by her great aunt. All right they was, fetched a bit too. My missus bought one of ’em.’ He shook his head and sighed. ‘Bad business about her kiddie,’ he said. ‘Bad business all round. We don’t know the half of it, do we, what goes on in other people’s lives. Must be terrible never knowing what happened, if he’s still out there somewhere, or if someone did away with him all those years ago.’

  Vivienne smiled weakly. ‘I can’t imagine going through anything worse,’ she said truthfully, and starting back towards the vast, newly built barn they were to use for the auction she took out her phone to check for messages. Still nothing from Miles.

  ‘So,’ the auctioneer was saying as he followed her in through the giant doors, ‘all you’ve got to do is come up with a date, and I’ll make sure the chairs and the podium and everything’s all set up.’

  ‘I’m contacting BT about putting in some phone lines,’ she said, looking around to see if anything existed already. The walls were mostly bare, however, as was the cement floor where several footprints were scuffed into the chippings and sawdust, and large bundles of hay were waiting to be stacked onto a nearby forklift. ‘We’ll have to arrange for some kind of heating, too,’ she added, with a shiver.

  He was about to respond when the sound of a car pulling up outside made them both turn around. Stella was chuckling, even before she turned off the engine.

  ‘Blimey, what a palaver I’ve had getting here,’ she grumbled amicably, as she came to join them. ‘Road’s all blocked up by the press and police cars. Right bloody circus it is. Nearly ran one of them satellite things over when I was reversing to go round t’other way. Not sure the police has ’em under control. They looks a pretty rowdy bunch to me, all trying to get into the Averys’ place. Bloody good job they don’t know you’re up here,’ she said to Vivienne, ‘or we’d probably have ’em swarming all over us too.’

  Reg Thomas turned to Vivienne in surprise. ‘Well, I never,’ he said, shaking his head as he stared at her. ‘Fancy me not … You’m the Vivienne Kane they bin talking about on the news, aren’t you? And there was me going on about Mrs Avery …’

  With as pleasant a smile as she could muster, Vivienne said, ‘If you don’t mind, I’m not here about that.’

  ‘No, no, course not,’ he said, clearly embarrassed. ‘Hope I didn’t say nothing …’

  ‘You didn’t,’ Vivienne assured him quickly. ‘Now, if we can just run through the arrangements we’ve made so far, and bring Stella up to speed.’

  ‘No problem, you can leave that to me,’ he told her as her mobile started to ring.

  Thanking him, she hurriedly checked who it was, then went outside to take the call.

  ‘How’s it going?’ Alice asked as soon as she’d clicked on. ‘Have you heard back from Miles yet?’

  ‘No. There’s a lot of activity over at Moorlands, though. Helicopters, police, press … It’s a nightmare. I can hardly bear to think what it must be like for him.’

  ‘He’ll handle it, I’m sure. I’m more concerned about you and what you’re going to do.’

  ‘I’m leaving fairly soon, and so far no one seems to know I’m here. Apart from Justine, of course, but she doesn’t know my movements, and the sanctuary’s pretty well tucked away in the next valley.’

  ‘Someone’s bound to phone in a tip-off.’

  ‘By which time I should be long gone. Anyway, it’s not my biggest concern right now. Miles is.’

  ‘What’ll you do if he insists on seeing Rufus?’

  ‘I’ll have to let him, of course. How can I not?’

  ‘You should make him wait until all this is over.’

  ‘Actually, I think he might anyway. He won’t be any keener than I am to expose Rufus to the kind of media attention any contact between them is likely to create.’ Her eyes closed at the mere thought of it. ‘Oh God, Alice,’ she groaned, ‘to think that having a son could backfire on him like this, making it look as though …’ She shook her head. ‘I can’t go there. It’s too horrible, the way they’re thinking.’

  ‘But you told them he’d only just found out.’

  ‘Of course, but they’ve only got my word for it, and clearly that wasn’t enough to call off the search. I can only hope that Jacqueline sees what’s going on and comes forward to stop it. Have you been watching the news? Is it getting much coverage?’

  ‘Quite a bit, but there’s not a lot to see. Just some shots of the gates, and the police coming and going. Divers are dragging the lake, apparently, but they haven’t shown that yet.’

  ‘They can drag all they like, they won’t find anything,’ Vivienne said heatedly.

  Alice’s response was too slow in coming.

  ‘Oh for God’s sake, not you too!’ Vivienne cried. ‘He hasn’t done anything to hurt her. If anything it’s the other way round, she’s doing this to hurt him.’ She looked up as another car pulled into the stable yard, and waved when she saw it was Sharon. ‘This is such terrible timing,’ she said angrily into the phone. ‘It’s not supposed to be about anything other than this poor girl and her family, but what chance do we stand of that now?’

  ‘Not much, but Pete’s happy to help run it with you, which means you
can keep a low profile. The really important thing is to make sure the press stays away from Rufus, because it would be too much for your mother to handle if they start descending on her. Do you think the police will stick to their word and not leak it?’

  ‘Who knows? I guess it depends on what happens in the next couple of days. And on how cooperative Miles is being. They turned on him once before over Sam, now it’s happening again … Oh God, I can hardly bear it. If they knew him, if they had any idea what he’s really like, what he’s been through all these years …’ She stopped as a terrible thought suddenly clawed at her heart. ‘Alice, you don’t think they’ll open up the case about Sam again, do you? Please don’t say yes.’

  ‘I guess it’s a possibility,’ Alice said tentatively. ‘I don’t really know how these things work.’

  ‘I have to go over there. He needs me.’

  ‘Don’t be crazy. You can’t with everyone camped out at his gates. Think of Rufus.’

  Vivienne sighed. ‘It’s just … Oh, I don’t know. If you could have seen his face when he found that picture last night. What have I done to him, Alice? I’ve made him miss all those months of Rufus’s life.’

  ‘He’ll understand, eventually. He probably already does, but with everything else that’s going on …’

  ‘I hope you’re right. Anyway, I suppose I’d better go now. I’m meeting the firemen and choreographer at twelve, so I’ll call you later, when I get to my mother’s.’

  As she rang off she put on a big smile for Sharon, who was coming towards her. ‘How are you today?’ she asked, looking into the young woman’s anxious eyes.

  ‘I think it’s me who should be asking you that,’ Sharon answered. ‘I just heard one of them on the radio saying about how you was with Mr Avery last night.’

  Vivienne tensed. Clearly Justine hadn’t wasted any time over that. ‘Well, just as long as no one knows I’m here,’ she said, linking Sharon’s arm as they started towards the barn.

  ‘Trouble is,’ Sharon said, ‘someone’s bound to tell ’em. Eileen, or Lizzie or someone. What I’m saying is, well, if there’s anything I can do. I mean, I don’t want to give meself airs and graces, or nothing, but I knows my way around here. I used to work in Chudleigh.’

  ‘Then maybe you can give me a route to the dual carriageway that won’t take me in the direction of Moorlands.’

  Sharon screwed up her eyes in thought. ‘Shouldn’t be a problem,’ she said, and looked up to see what all the increased noise was about. ‘Blimey, there’s at least six of ’em now,’ she muttered, as a small fleet of helicopters passed overhead.

  Vivienne was looking up too, her heart churning with the fear that something sinister had spurred an increase in police activity. However, she soon realised that what she was watching was the arrival of the airborne press.

  Miles heard the knock on his study door, but didn’t turn round as it opened and Mrs Davies came in carrying a tray of coffee. She was a neat, dumpy little woman with spiky grey hair and gentle eyes that regarded him uncertainly as he continued to stand staring out of the window at all that was happening in his garden and the woods beyond. It was a nightmare; like watching a plague of locusts at work, or a gang of rapacious vandals.

  ‘I thought you might be in need,’ she said, going to put the tray on his desk.

  ‘Thank you,’ he replied. His skin seemed sallow, and there was a pale line around his mouth showing the strain he was under, while a sleepless night showed in his eyes. ‘Has Kelsey come out of her room yet?’ he asked, still watching the activity outside.

  ‘I’m afraid not.’

  Knowing she’d be watching from her window he was tempted to go and force her door, since she was refusing to let him in. Feeling certain, however, that it would make matters worse, he decided to give her a while longer to come down.

  ‘Is Tom still with the detectives?’ he asked, referring to the gardener.

  ‘Yes. I took some coffee in there too. Will you eat something now? I’ve brought biscuits, but I can …’

  ‘I’m fine, thank you.’ Turning, he said, ‘This can’t be very pleasant for you, so I want you to know I’ll understand if you feel you want to leave.’

  Her eyes widened with astonishment. ‘Why would I want to do that?’ she retorted. ‘You and Kelsey need someone to take care of you, especially now.’

  With a smile of gratitude he said, ‘I hope your own interview with the police wasn’t too arduous.’

  ‘There wasn’t anything I could tell them that I hadn’t told them before,’ she replied, sounding defensive and peeved that anyone might think she was going to change her story just because some new information had come to light. Though she had to admit it had come as a bit of a shock when the police had asked if she’d known Miles had a fifteen-month-old son, because she definitely hadn’t.

  ‘I didn’t know Miss Kane,’ she said hesitantly, but feeling she had to mention it. ‘She was here before I joined you, but I …’ She stopped as he turned back to the window. ‘I’m just saying,’ she went on valiantly, ‘that if you’d rather I didn’t mention anything about the little boy, you know, to the press—’

  ‘Thank you,’ he interrupted. ‘For the child’s sake it would be better if you kept it to yourself.’

  She began winding her fingers around one another, while looking awkwardly about the book-lined room. ‘Well, you knows where I am if you need anything,’ she said.

  He nodded, and only when he heard the door close behind her did he leave the window and go to fill a cup from the cafetière she’d brought in.

  The anger and frustration inside him was deeply buried, held back by an iron control, along with the other terrible emotions that continued to torment him, as they had through the night. Finding out he had a son and that Vivienne had never told him was almost as hard to bear as all the other insanity that was consuming his world. Never would he have dreamt she’d do that to him. She should have trusted him, for God’s sake. She should have told him the moment she knew she was pregnant. More than anyone he’d have understood her concerns, and she surely couldn’t think he’d ever have allowed anyone to harm their son.

  His eyes closed as the image of Kelsey, aged twelve, drugged and slumped awkwardly on the bed, slipped into his mind. It was one he would never forget; nor would he ever stop tormenting himself with what might have happened if something had delayed him that day and he hadn’t come home in time. That Jacqueline could have done that to her own daughter … No matter that it was an isolated act to try and manipulate him when she wasn’t in her right mind, it was enough to make anyone afraid of how far she might go when confronted by the prospect of him leaving, particularly if she ever found out he had a child – a son – by someone else. It had long been her greatest fear.

  But Vivienne should have trusted him, goddamit!

  Stifling another surge of anger, he drained his cup, replaced it on the tray and went back to the window. The divers were up again now, either standing on the bank, or sitting in the small boat they’d brought with them. Considering the lack of urgency he guessed nothing of much consequence was happening, nor did the combing of the lawns and garden beds seem to be sparking much excitement. What was going on in the bottom woods or overhead was impossible to tell, though the helicopters had moved some way off now, hovering closer to the moor. This morning’s shoot in the top woods had been cancelled due to the search, which had no doubt infuriated the gamekeepers, who depended on the sport for their livelihood. He was sorry, but there was nothing he could do about it, though he guessed he’d be blamed and even, possibly, approached for compensation.

  Thankfully the gates weren’t visible from here, but it wasn’t difficult to imagine the media bandwagon that had undoubtedly set up camp down there. His movements were going to be severely restricted over the coming days, he realised, unless he wanted to confront the unruly army of reporters with their microphones, tape recorders and cameras.

  Hearing the door open again, he l
ooked round and to his relief saw it was Kelsey. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked gently, seeing how pinched her face was.

  She nodded and went to the small leather sofa, where she sat down cross-legged and bunched her hands in front of her, her eyes fixed on them sightlessly.

  ‘Have you had any breakfast?’ he said.

  She shook her head.

  He knew he should raise the subject of her returning to school, but now wasn’t the time when there were other, more urgent matters they needed to discuss.

  An uneasy silence lingered as he considered how to broach the subject of Rufus. God knew he was finding it hard enough to come to terms with himself, so how was it going to be for her, on top of all this other madness in her life? However, if he didn’t break it to her now, it was inevitable that the police or someone else would, by the end of the day.

  ‘They think you did it, don’t they?’ she said, her voice tight with a resentment that seemed to border on accusation.

  Forcing himself past the anger he felt towards the police and press who’d put the suspicion in her head, he said, ‘Yes, it seems like it, but they’re wrong, of course, and we have to remember, we don’t even know if she’s …’ Unable to utter the word, he left the sentence unfinished.

  She looked up, and seeing the anguish behind the antagonism in her eyes he felt an overpowering need to hold her, as though his embrace might keep her safe from all the terrible blows life could inflict. Yet here he was on the verge of delivering yet one more.

  ‘What is it?’ she challenged, suddenly seeming angry and afraid. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, drawing a hand over his unshaven jaw, ‘I didn’t realise …’ Picking up a chair, he carried it over to the sofa and sat down in front of her.

  ‘Why are you sitting there?’ she cried, drawing back.

  ‘Darling, there’s something I have to tell you,’ he said gently. ‘I tried last night when I came home …’