Heknew he couldn't go home; they'd be waiting for him. And, if he didn'tcome home, where would he go? And, if they ever found him, then they'ddefini...ely put him in another foster home or maybe a group home. And,he thought further, maybe even juvenile detention. He buried himself deeper into the bushes, well hidden by the heavy latesummer foliage. He told himself: "I must not cry. I must be strong."But what was he to do? His only friend was Tanya; why couldn't he gothere? It was only a. It contained, obvious to her, a championship sized swimming pool and a separate out-building looked to hold a steaming hot tub. There was a massive yacht docked far below at the water’s edge and a driveway that led down.That’s when she noticed the kennels. At first, she only saw one lone dog, which she immediately identified as a weimaraner (How did I know that?) eating out of a dish. But a moment later she saw a pit bull and a pair of German shepherds and knew that they weren’t part of a. ’ ‘Oui? C’est vrai! Bonjour. For you a special dish tonight!’ Remy was positively effusive. ‘Only for her, mon ami?’ Alex asked. ‘I think I have been insulted.’ ‘Alex, would I insult you? For the table then, I will put my hand to something fantastique!’ ‘Fantasique would be a great change from what you normally serve. How will you manage it?’ ‘Tonight I am inspired by a great beauty! Two great beauties! You have enough wine? Bon, un moment mais ami and we will eat.’ With that he bustled back. He cleared his throat and tried again. The woman turned at the mention of her name. Moments passed — an age for Nick — as Joelle eyed the stranger … Was he a stranger? He looked familiar. Distant memory niggled. The long scar from temple to jaw, the cane he used for support – despite his relative youth. She didn’t know the man, although he appeared to know her. Suddenly, Joelle’s green eyes widened and her hand moved to her mouth. ‘Nick?’ she blurted. ‘It’s you, isn’t it?’ Again, her eyes.