I've umm ... I've run away from home. Just looking for a few places to sleep until I get back on me feet." The girl screwed up her face and Jamie glan...ed down at her. "I'll pay you," he promised. "Just let me kip in your shed or on your sofa and I'll pay you, please."The girl looked at him up and down and sighed. "This isn't my house," she said in almost perfect diction. "So I can't let you stay." Jamie sighed and looked ruefully at her, but she rubbed the back of his hand. "Why have you run. Time to come back to work.” Jim had his enigmatic smile that I liked so much.“How long was I out?” I said through my grogginess.“It’s almost five o’clock. Time to start our ninety-minute drill. I figured you’d want to check the Hurricane Center again before you go on. You’ve got twenty minutes.”I mumbled, “Thanks, Jim,” and stood. A quick stop in the ladies room and I was ready to go. Now I needed something to say.The National Hurricane Center had a four o’clock update. Things were. His home, the home of his childhood, small and remote, standing in a cleft of the undulating hills, just as it always had, just as it always would, he supposed. White washed walls and red tiled roof welcomed him back.Nothing different, nothing changed.The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on the breeze that always came up the valley. The same breeze as always, that brought the tang of salt from the briny channel, a mile on the other side of the. "She's never been a fan of Clive's."Clive's office was duly bugged. His office computer was clean. A search of his mobile phone calls did come up with the number of an escort agency which indicated that he had indeed been with a girl over the weekend that Angela was with her parents. There was no evidence to indicate that she had visited the Wheelers' house.Equipment was installed there and a copy made of Clive's home computer hard drive. That showed nothing incriminating. The problem was to.