"Traders! They have come to trade with us. The leader is called Nurm. Thirty men, with about twenty laden donkeys." He recited the stranger's words fo... Corb, whose shrunken body and silvertipped hair proclaimed her status as High Elder of Wallen Village.Behind Corb, his face dark with suppressed anger as any thundercloud, stood Vorkan, the village shaman. "What else did this trader ask of you? What more did that loose tongue of yours let spill of our affairs?" He only asked whether his caravan. My mother went and answered the door, as I came down the stairs and I watched the front door open, and there in a ordinary yellow sundress, sandals and sunglasses was my aunt, just standing there as innocent as if she had just come from church.My mother greeted her sister politely enough but clearly wasn't the warm loving greeting you would expect for a close relative, unless you knew why she might not be happy to see her, and then my aunt saw me."Tommy!" she exclaimed smiling "Wow! you've. After the initial 'forensic' part of their investigation, the Police contacted the media with the story and there was a wave of interest. Jenny's parents were seen as tragic figures: a close family loosing a much loved child. And me? I felt I was treated with much more suspicion. The husband: was he instrumental in his wife's disappearance? Did he drive her away? Did she run away from him? I began to feel more like a liability that an asset to the media campaign and so we agreed that Jenny's. ‘I’m ready,’ Amber announced as she came back out. Shorts, tennis shoes and a t-shirt that fit a bit more snugly. ‘Let’s see if the river is still flowing,’ I said, standing and taking her hand. We headed out, Amber setting a brisker pace than yesterday. I loved the way she practically bounced through the grass, well satisfied with everything. She started moving quicker, and I stretched out my pace. I heard half a laugh as she began to run, her hair flowing in waves behind her. I jogged after.