22
The feeling that’s been building inside me ever since I’d listened to the recording of Angelina talking to Isabel’s family begins to reach a crescendo as I try, once more, to reach Caroline.
Hearing the busy signal again I curse and thrust my phone into my pocket just as the plane door opens.
“Any issues?” I ask the waiting security team gruffly as I reach the car.
“None, My Lord.”
I shake my head in consternation.
Between my call with Caroline and my arrival no more than two hours have passed.
‘Then why has my cousin’s phone been busy ever since? Who could she be speaking to for so long?’
Part of me hopes, as we speed towards the hotel, that a button on her phone has simply been accidentally pressed and nothing untoward has occurred.
Still another part of me hopes Angelina has actioned some plan of Spider’s and this whole charade with The Free Men will be revealed.
And a tiny but ever-growing part of me just wants to see my wife.