Once or twice she thought she heard a faint humming sound in the distance, like a swarm of angry bees, but she put it down to her imagination, which was now running riot. She wished she’d never found that damn diary. Was beginning to wish she hadn’t accompanied Drake out here. She also wished that Adam was coming here rather than meeting her in the pub because she was still wary of venturing outside. Whether there was someone lurking outside was now irrelevant; her mind assured her there was. It was now 6.45 p.m. She didn’t like being late for dates (she suddenly realised that’s what it was, a date, and she blushed, glad that no one was around to see), but she didn’t know whether she could pluck up the courage to leave the house. She had already got ready to go out, but now she wondered whether a short, black skirt and a tight halter-top were appropriate, especially as she wasn’t wearing a bra. It might give Adam the wrong idea. Should she really be showing so much flesh? After all, this wasn’t the city.
