‘Where is she? Where are my children?’ ‘David, David. Calm down. There’s no need to be like that. She’s in good hands.’ Fairweather’s voice sent ice through David’s veins. He’d been trying to reach Gina ever since the news had broken of Panos Sordina’s murder that morning. After several attempts, he’d given up on her mobile and called the main number of Makowa Lodge, but there’d been no answer when they’d put the call through to the room. He’d tried to convince himself that she’d let the battery run flat, or she’d gone out and left the phone in the room, but deep down, his conviction that something was very wrong gelled into certainty as the hours had passed: Fairweather had her. The confirmation turned his stomach to liquid. ‘Your wife is fine.’ His voice was friendly as though they were having a social conversation. ‘But you know what you have to do, don’t you, to make sure she stays fine?’ ‘Why? Why now?’ ‘You let me down with the boundary change vote, David.
