It's a comforting but it's also a bleak gesture."I wonder if we could have your help Mr Mc Ewan." Ackroyd is back. "We'd like to make a list of anythi...g that is missing. Anything that your wife might have taken with her if she came back here perhaps?" Why would she have done that? She was in London when we spoke, I told..." I am conscious that my voice is rising in pitch.Constable Evans can see I'm getting upset again. "I'm sorry if this is distressing Mr McEwan but we really do need to go. Bob didn't think much of having someone pounding on his back, but his pain wasn't getting any better, so he finally called the therapist, whose name was Dorothy, and made an appointment to go to her office. She had a small office in one of the towers. Bob watched the street traffic through the window until the receptionist called his name.He was directed into a changing room, where he hung up his business clothes, stripped down to undershorts and put on the hospital-type smock that was lying. Jen slowly ran the fingers of her right hand down the exposed flesh to just below her breasts, then tugged at the edge of the robe. Open another inch for a long second, and then fully closed. Dave let out a deep sigh. Jennifer playfully punched him in the arm."She's not showing you anything you haven't seen before." Jennifer's eyes danced merrily as Dave turned to her, smiling in return."Maybe not, but it's still nice to look." He was continually and delightfully amazed at how jealousy seemed. There was no phone number on the application, however there was an e-mail address. I typed a response and requested he contact me for an interview, preferably at the boat. I got a reply within a few minutes. Good! I arranged for him to meet me at the security gate at the yacht club at three that afternoon."Mister Hamelin?" a woman asked as I waited at the gate."Yes?" I'm Del Quinton," she smiled. "Sorry to mislead you, but I didn't want to prejudice my interview before it began."I looked her.