He found it, dialled. ‘Have you found her?’ was Ogden’s immediate response. ‘I’m sorry, señor, no, I have not.’ ‘Something terrible’s happened to her.’ ‘You do not think she might have wished to disappear?’ ‘For God’s sake, why would she do such a thing?’ ‘There could be more than one reason.’ ‘If she’d known what was going to happen, she’d have told me.’ ‘It is my experience that when people are worried, or something unusual happens to them, they do not always do as one might expect … I need to talk to your friends to discover if any of them can tell me something that would help. Would you give me their names and addresses, especially those whom you believe to be close to the señora.’ He wrote, frequently having to ask the other to spell out a name so that he could be certain he had noted it correctly. * * * Ca’n Ximor was an urbanizacíon, five kilometres inland from Llueso, set in an area of pine woods. Because this had been a noted area for a rare species of crossbills, an attempt had been made to block the proposed development but, as always, commercialism had overriden the demands of conservation.
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