Diana stared across the room towards the staircase. ‘What do you mean she’s not up there? Of course she is.’
‘She’s not. And she’s not in the loo. I’ve looked everywhere.’ Patrick reappeared.
Roger had been dozing by the fire. Pushing a heap of cats off his lap he stood up. ‘She must be somewhere. This is not a very big house. You had better find her.’ He could not keep the anxiety out of his voice.
‘She’s gone.’ Diana threw down the oven glove she had donned to pick up the kettle. ‘She’s gone back to that bloody grave.’
‘No.’ Kate’s whisper was lost as Roger threw his newspaper down.
‘She can’t have. She wouldn’t be so stupid. God! It will be dark in another hour.’ He strode to the door.
‘Look for her jacket, darling.’ Diana was standing in the middle of the floor, frozen with fear.
‘It’s gone.’ He was rummaging through the stack of coats and waterproofs on the pegs inside the front door. ‘So have her boots.’
Greg had disappeared into the study with his cup of coffee after they had finished the meal. At the sound of Roger’s raised voice he opened the door and peered out. ‘What’s up?’
‘It’s your sister. She seems to have gone out.’
Greg’s eyes sought Kate’s. His face was suddenly very grim.
‘Kate and I will go and look for her,’ he said. ‘We’ll take the Land Rover. Don’t worry, Ma. She’ll be all right. She’s not a fool. If she’s taken her coat and boots she’ll be warm enough and it shows she is being sensible.’
‘I’ll go with you.’ His father was reaching for his own coat but Greg put his hand on his arm. ‘No, Dad, no need. Honestly. Kate and I will find her. You stay here with Ma. You never know. She may just have gone for a walk in the garden. We may be panicking for nothing.’ He smiled into the silence. None of them believed that; they all knew where she had gone.
The Land Rover was cold. Hauling herself into the passenger seat Kate dug her hands deep into her pockets, waiting in the silent vehicle as Greg walked round to the driver’s side and pulled open the door. He climbed in and reached for the ignition key, glancing at her. ‘How long do you reckon she’s been gone?’
‘It could have been hours. Would we have noticed if she’d gone out while we were still eating?’
He shrugged. ‘She had to come through the living room to reach the front door. The trouble was we were talking so hard I don’t suppose we would have noticed her even if she had jumped up and shouted at us.’ He rammed in the gear and eased the car away from the side of the house. ‘Did you throw in the blankets?’
Kate nodded. Her stomach was cold and shivery. Her mouth had gone dry. ‘Something out there is calling her.’
‘Well, they can call away. She is not going.’ Greg swung the Land Rover onto the track, feeling the tyres slipping sideways as they tried to grip the mud.
Under the trees they were suddenly aware of how soon it would be dusk. The shadows beneath the pine and larch were softly black; in the distance the wood was dark. The headlights cut a swathe through the undergrowth, lighting up patches of yellow where willow whips were already showing signs of spring to come in spite of the cold.
‘Do you think we should check for footprints, to make sure she did come this way?’ Kate asked tentatively. She grabbed at the door to try and stop herself sliding off the seat.
‘We know she came this way,’ Greg shot her a quick look. ‘Fasten your seat belt, then you won’t get thrown off if we tip over. This track will be impassable if we get any more rough weather.’ He whirled the wheel round as the vehicle skidded sideways into a pothole.
‘Perhaps if you went a bit slower.’
‘We’ve got to get there before she does. Hell’s teeth!’ He hauled at a gear lever, forcing them back onto the track. A spatter of raindrops hit the windscreen as they brushed some trailing ivies and clematis, the bare, woody branches of traveller’s joy already showing tiny new buds. Ahead, on the track something moved. He slowed the Land Rover and they both peered through the streaked windscreen. ‘What was it? Is it Allie?’ Kate leaned forward eagerly.
He shook his head grimly. ‘Deer.’ He pulled the wheel round. ‘Christ, how far has she got?’
‘Is there another way? Could she have taken a short cut?’
‘I don’t think so. This is the short cut. Everyone always goes the quickest way.’
Kate looked across at him. The worry was clearly etched into his face, the lines between nose and mouth drawn tight and deep, the frown lines between his eyes accentuated in the near-darkness. For all his constant bickering with his sister he obviously loved her deeply. She felt a wave of something like affection for him. Curbing her instinct to touch his shoulder in an attempt to give him some sort of comfort she stared ahead through the windscreen once more. ‘She’ll be all right. We’ll find her.’
‘Indeed we will.’ His voice was grim.
They drove on for several minutes in silence, then Kate let out a cry. ‘There she is! Look. Over there.’
Greg swung the Land Rover off the track towards the figure sheltering beneath a tree. They had drawn up beside it and Greg was already opening his door before they realised at the same moment that it was not Allie. The figure which staggered towards them was that of a man. Suddenly Kate recognised him.
‘Bill!’ She leaped out of her seat and ran round the vehicle, slipping in the mud. ‘Bill, what are you doing here?’
‘Watch out. He’s hurt.’ Greg caught her arm, stopping her in her tracks. In the light of the headlamps they could both see the stream of blood running down his face.
‘Bill?’ Her stomach turning over with fright, Kate put her hand on Bill’s arm. ‘Bill, are you all right? It’s Kate.’ The look he turned on her was completely blank.
‘I’ll get one of those blankets.’ Greg turned and sped back to the car. Returning, he pulled the warm rug round Bill’s shoulders. ‘Can you walk, old chap? Come on. Only a few steps. Kate, open the back door. Help me boost him in. Christ, what’s happened to him?’
Her mouth dry with fear, Kate helped Greg push Bill up onto a back seat. He was a big man and his limbs did not appear to be co-ordinating properly. She could feel him shivering under the thick blanket. She climbed in beside him, fumbling for his hand. When she found it she chafed it gently, appalled at the chill of his skin. ‘I think we should get him to hospital, Greg,’ she murmured.
Greg nodded. ‘As soon as we’ve found Allie. Has he had a fall? Hold on. I’ll get the other torch and the first aid box.’ Rummaging in the box at her feet he glanced into the darkening woods. Kate was staring at Bill’s face. That look of blank terror; the fixed, pinpoint pupils, the chilled skin. It was the same as Alison. Identical. She glanced at Greg who had slipped onto the narrow seat opposite them. ‘This is how Allie looked when I found her.’ She felt Bill give a small shudder.
‘Christ!’ Greg bit his lips. ‘Look, can you cope in the back? We’ve got to go on and find her.’
‘We’ll be OK. He’s not quite as cold as she was.’ Even so, she could hear his teeth chattering. She bent to open the first aid box. It was difficult rummaging in it in the unsteady light but she managed to find antiseptic and some dressings. As gently as she could she swabbed the blood off his forehead, wincing at the bruises on his hairline. He sat unmoving, seemingly oblivious to what she was doing, though he flinched once or twice as the swab did its work. Taping a dressing across his forehead, she was carefully mopping some of the blood that had dripped down his cheek when he gripped her wrist with sudden, ferocious strength. ‘Alison!’ he gasped.
‘Have you seen her?’ There was a strange cold sickness building in Kate’s stomach. She left her hand in his. His fingers were very strong but they were still very cold.
Bill shook his head, bewildered. He put his hand to his temple and drew it away, looking at his fingers as though he expected to see blood. He did not seem to realise there was a dressing there. ‘She hit me.’
Greg had climbed into the driving seat. He turned, his elbow over the back. ‘Alison hit you!’
‘I tried to stop her. She was with someone. The woman I saw on the beach.’ To her horror Kate saw Bill’s eyes fill with tears. ‘I wanted her to come with me,’ he went on. He was mumbling slightly. ‘I tried to stop her. I took her arm and it was then she turned on me. Her face was -’ he shook his head back and forth several times ‘- it was ferocious. She grabbed a fallen branch. It was a big one. Out there. Pine or fir or something. She lifted it up and crashed it down on my head. I must have lost consciousness. I don’t remember anything else until you came.’
‘You’re imagining it! Allie couldn’t, wouldn’t do such a thing!’ Greg said, horrified.
Kate glanced up at him.
‘What woman did you see with her, Bill?’ she asked.
