There was no point having them wandering around in the dark, particularly as Morgan, with his jungle skills, could easily kill them one by one if he wanted to. He'd requested Ivy Morgan to be brought to Tom's house. If they caught up to Morgan, perhaps they could helicopter Ivy in to plead with her husband to give up the baby. He questioned her about Morgan, trying to glean anything that might help them to understand why he had taken the baby, and what he might do next. Ivy sat quietly, her eyes downcast, fingers twining together. Mick noticed how haggard she looked. Even since he'd seen her that afternoon, she seemed to have shrivelled up, aged ten years. 'When we were first married, Hadley was wonderful,' she said softly. 'He worked hard, helped with Simon. But as the years went on he…he would go off into the mountains for days at a time. He always told me he was going, was always sorry for causing me concern, but he didn't seem able to help himself.
