You didn't forget, did you?"Mark shook his head. "I remembered."He felt like he was going to vomit, suddenly terrified. He tried to keep his eyes on t...e floor. He didn't want to look at what he knew he'd see hanging from the plaster-covered beam above the open closet. That's where it would happen, just outside the closet, Mark thought, how ironic."Read it to make sure, will you Richard?"Diane's husband went over to the night-table where Mark had left the suicide note. He picked it up and read. She held her breath. The final button gave way and he looked up. Their eyes met. Lucy had to fight the impulse to fling her arms around his neck and kiss him. “ How long are you staying here?” Her words came out as a whisper. She cleared her throat. “I mean, in England?” He repeated that his contract with the garden centre would be finishing next month and, if he couldn't find any work here, he would have to return to Sweden. “ Oh, yes. You told me.” Lucy pulled her shirt off her shoulders,. Then he shut off his car and turned off his light. My eyes were adjusting when he got out. The cop said nice shorts and asked if I had any underwear on. I froze, shocked. He got right up to me and put me face down on the hood of his car. He firmly grabbed my hands behind my back and cuffed them together. He yanked my shorts down as he kicked my legs apart. I could hear him unbuckle, the jingling of keys and metal. He stuffed himself into me. I grunted hard. His hands pressed firmly on my back. The pay of a caravan guard was poor, the dangers great. Many soldiers went on from there to a post in some Lordling's private army, but unless there was fighting and a chance for loot, army pay was not that much better. She had no wish to try that path.Darrick's company had offered a third road to follow, and on a sudden impulse she'd taken it. The caravan had completed the most dangerous part of its journey, and she'd had little to look forward to but a spell of idleness, waiting in Pordigran.