A letter will be fine, yes. Goodbye,’ Cal said finishing his call. He hadn’t meant to sound so abrupt but a box of antiques was the least of his problems right now. He wiped his brow, not at all sure why he’d answered the call at all. He could see it wasn’t local. But he supposed Jack was capable of anything. Damn you, Jack! Just be safe. All he knew was Jack’s passport wasn’t in his room and neither was his rucksack. What the fuck had happened and where was he? It was now getting on for three hours since he’d had a call from the school. Jack had stormed out, upset after an argument. Cal had driven the roads and scoured town streets, harbour and paths as well as notified the police and the ferry terminal. He’d raced to Kelly’s and searched every inch of the house, summerhouse and garage. He’d rushed back home in case he’d returned, but the house and below deck showed no sign of his son. Surely he couldn’t get far? Jesus, why now with only two weeks to go? Why hadn’t he just given him a phone?
