‘What?’ ‘That we ought to follow it up. Pru’s hunch. Get in touch with this author guy. Find out for certain if Tamara’s there.’ ‘Would he tell us? She didn’t want even Millie to find her.’ ‘It’s worth a try.’ ‘Millie tried to get his number. He’s ex-directory.’ ‘He’s bound to have a website, isn’t he? They always have a “Contact Me” button.’ ‘I tried that last week, remember? It said all enquiries should be directed to his agent.’ ‘Well, then. We ring the agent up and ask him for Gamble’s number.’ ‘Her. His agent. Josephine something.’ ‘Whatever.’ ‘If Reynard’s become as cagey as that, she probably won’t give it. He probably gets thousands of fans trying to contact him.’ Nick struggled up on his elbows and turned to look down at her in the thick greyness of the summer night. ‘I thought you wanted to find out about Tamara. Make sure that she’s safe.’ ‘I do. But don’t pretend that you don’t too. Why else are you interrogating me in the middle of the night?
