Diana’s beautifully made-up face was soft as she’d never seen it before. ‘I’ve just heard about Annabel,’ she said. Caroline felt herself being steered towards Diana’s office. ‘Sit down.’ Her editor shut the door and went to the cupboard on the wall. ‘You should have told me before.’ Caroline didn’t normally drink whisky. ‘It’s personal stuff and, besides, you were away. I only came into the office because I had to get out of the house. I can’t achieve anything by sitting at home with my husband ringing every now and then, insisting that no news is good news.’ ‘I might be able to do something,’ said Diana, picking up the phone. ‘I can call our sister magazine in Sydney. As you know, they’re part of a newspaper group. They might know something.’ She pushed across a notepad. ‘Write down her personal details. Name. Date of birth.’ She hesitated. ‘Identity marks might help too.’ Caroline raised her face. ‘She had a birthmark just behind her right ear.
