Free Shot on Location by Helen Nielsen Page A

the rescue party did reach the wreckage. They found George—George Ankouris, the pilot. He was in the plane—dead. That’s all they found.”
    “You mean that they found the pilot but didn’t find Harry?”
    “They didn’t find Harry, Harry’s cameras or his film. It’s as if he hadn’t been in the plane at all. There aren’t even any bloodstains and the rescue party obliterated footprints if there were any.”
    “What does Martins make of it?”
    “He says Harry might have been thrown clear of the wreckage and then, when he was able, gone back to the plane and got his equipment. He would do that. Film was Harry’s life. He wouldn’t leave a reel of it behind.”
    “Then he’s wandering somewhere in the mountains.”
    “Or he might have been found by a goat-herd or someone, and be injured. According to Martins, the people in that area are very poor and would take anything convertible to cash. He’s got agents waiting in Kastoria and all the villages, for anyone who shows up with Harry’s equipment. He had David tell the reporters that the rescue party hadn’t reached the plane because he was afraid they would go searching for Harry themselves and spoil everything. He didn’t give any exact information about the location of the wreckage for the same reason. It may be days, even weeks, he says, before we know anything definite. I can’t wait that long, Brad. There are reasons. This is a cut throat business. Peter Lange is a brilliant lawyer, but the people who would like to take advantage of Harry’s absence have brilliant lawyers, too.”
    “And of course you are worried about your husband.”
    It was all right to lie if you were straightforward about it: that was Rhona’s credo. She wasn’t straightforward now. Seconds passed before she answered.
    “Yes, I’m worried about my husband.”
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Look for him. Go to Kastoria. You have an advantage over the others, Brad. You know Harry. He hasn’t changed much. His hair is grey at the temples and he wears glasses when he reads. And he still has that awful old baseball cap. He was wearing it the last time I saw him, just before his take-off with George in the little plane.”
    “But I don’t know the country.”
    “You don’t have to. You’ve been in the army. You’re used to mountains and you’re rugged. You were reported missing once. That’s when Harry went on with the series without you.”
    “He didn’t think I was dead when he got my letters.”
    “That was much later. Anyway, it’s another matter. I can give you a lead that Martins doesn’t have, because I know what Harry was looking for on that flight. It was an old church. There are many old churches in that area, but he had a picture of one he wanted to use in the film. He always tried to find off-beat locales. He said everybody used the Acropolis. He wanted something different for
Aphrodite
. It’s possible that the crash left him in a state of shock and subconsciously he’s gone looking for that church.”
    “That’s a little wild, don’t you think?” Harry protested.
    “Brad, this whole week’s been wild. I don’t care where you look for him; I want Harry found. And if you find him alive, believe me, he’ll make up to you everything you missed by going to Vietnam. If you find him dead, I’ll sign over a piece of stock in Saga.”
    He would go, she knew that. With or without the promise of stock, she knew it. But now he remembered more of Mikos Pallas’ gossip that might be important. “I’ve heard about the search for Aphrodite,” he said. “Rumour has it that it’s just a publicity stunt and Harry already has his Aphrodite waiting in the wings. Do you know who she is?”
    “She could be me,” Rhona said.
    “When Harry said he would never let his wife act again?”
    “People say things and change their minds. I’ve taken care of myself. I’m thirty—that isn’t old for a woman any more. Do I look thirty, Brad?”
    He had