always hated how arrogant he was when it came to financials and me; the last thing I could bear was to be patronised. In any case I felt stupid and incompetent to have let the first Athens account be opened, and I was nowhere close to working out what the second account was all about.
Iâd been part of investigations, on the other side, the interrogator, the seeker of truth. I knew DiStasio would talk to colleagues in my department, but everyone would have to undertake the strictest confidentiality. It was feasible that I could sort it out and Stephen need never be aware of it.
Out at sea, a light bobbed lonely on the horizon, frail and unreachable. A sharp tapping on my window jolted me, terror gagging my throat as I realised I was not alone in this isolated place.
Drenched hair plastered over her face, Sally Chesser grinned and shouted above the storm. âLet me in!â
Automatically I leaned across and opened the passenger door and she ran around.
âWhat on earth are you doing out in this?â I said.
âI was walking and got caught. I thought the weather was clearing. Lucky you were here, I didnât think anyone would be.â
Neither did I. Inwardly I cursed.
âYou okay? You look a bit fragile.â She touched my arm with a lightness that surprised as it soothed.
âHow do you know thatâs not my normal state?â I countered.
âIs it? You didnât seem that type at your lectures or the last time we met, but how would I know?â
I shrugged and offered nothing. Into the silence I suggested I give her a ride somewhere. âWhere is your car, anyway? Or do you live nearby?â This tiny cove was away from houses, so I was surprised when she answered in the affirmative.
âAbout ten minutes. Work, not live.â
âOh, what do you do?â
âIâm a lawyer.â
âSolicitor? Barrister?â Maybe Sally Chesser had been sent by the gods after all. âDo you practise industrial law?â
âFamily law. Why?â She was suddenly alert, like a hawk peering at a small bird.
âYou must be cold.â I started the engine and turned up the heat. The blast of air made the car instantly cosy and the dashboard lights twinkled reassuringly. âDirect me?â I looked across to Sally and she seemed so young in her dampened state, barely over twenty.
âWhatâs wrong?â she said.
âNothing,â I smiled. âYouâll be glad to get home.â
âAnd you? What were you doing down here?â
âThinking.â
âI get that. Iâve been known to do the same.â She laughed, a carefree, lyrical burst that was infectious. âWouldnât want to do it too often,â she continued gaily. âYou never know where youâll end up!â She looked out to the bleak road, trees bent into question marks in the wind, no lights. âItâs desolate, isnât it, when the weatherâs bad. Itâs hard to believe that civilisationâs just around the corner.â
Minutes later I dropped her outside a tiny office that was in darkness.
âAre you sure youâll be okay?â I looked around at the isolation of the place. âYou wouldnât get much passing foot traffic here.â
âIt suits our clients. Often when theyâre divorcing they want to be out of sight. Especially when everyone knows each otherâs business around here.â
Perhaps Sally could be useful? Although my work problem wasnât her area, she seemed smart and might be a good, objective listener with a sharp legal mind.
âCome to lunch?â I asked and Sallyâs face lit up.
âWouldnât miss it for the world.â
I pulled a pen and paper from my bag and we scribbled down our phone numbers, exchanging details, and then I watched as she ran around the back of the building through the pelting rain. I waited until a light came on, but none did. Should I go in and