Since Karen’s sudden disappearance his world had fallen apart. Sir John had moved overnight to clean his act up and there was now nothing whatever to build a case on. In one day he had lost his career prospects and the most exciting woman he had ever met. At work he had been moved quietly sideways and after two months he had handed in his notice, put his flat on the market and decided that although Karen was gone, she had shown him where he really belonged. All he had to do was figure out how to get there. The final weeks of his employment had not been wasted, he had been able to do a little digging around in the files related to some of Sir John’s acquaintances and one name in particular had come to his notice. Some more surfing the net had provided some interesting cross references and finally he was here. The flat was sold, an extortionate amount paid for a ticket and he was standing, sweating, outside the arena in Bakhtar on the eve of a show. He had arrived earlier that day at the city’s airport and then transferred to one of the helicopters shuttling people up country.
