." Breakfast in five minutes!"I just nodded. Best to say as little as possible, try to work out what was going on.I found my way downstairs easily en...ugh. There was a man drinking something, reading a broadsheet at the head of the kitchen table."Sorry I wasn't here last night when you arrived, had to work late. Big journey, huh, you must have been bushed. I'm Derek."I nodded, and sat at the far corner of the table, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. He chuckled."Not a morning person, eh,. Dwayne Rushing had had a long and boring day. He had gone to a conference that he couldn’t see his way out of, but he had not expected it to be worth his while, and it wasn’t. It had been long and far too detailed and he really couldn’t care less, and he had left at the earliest possible opportunity. He didn’t feel like having dinner with that lot, so he had made an excuse – he had a long way to go and all that – and he was looking forward to having a nice bite at home, he’d pop something into. . to the doctor ... and ... I think ... I'm in some sort of trouble." Why? What made you talk to him like that?" I don't know. You know how I am with my mouth. And I didn't feel good and I was in a pissy mood, and they ... do you know what happened?" I heard the intern's version of the story, so I know that much. What I need is to hear your side. Did they do anything wrong, anything to make you upset?" Not really, they just kept insisting on that treadmill test. But I starting to feel kinda. I had wondered a couple of days earlier why I was sent the suit.The morning funeral was a small private church ceremony for family and friends. The funeral was for Sarah Turner, the granddaughter of Mr Sims, a 12-year-old fan of Mary’s, who died of leukaemia only last Monday. This was the real reason for Mary’s hot-footed visit from the States to our war-torn islands, quite secondary to the disappearance of her husband.It was only in the grief of her death that Mr Sims was prepared to do.