‘Where?’ asked Franks, looking puzzled. ‘Where is she?’
Marina looked at him, didn’t answer. She leant over the desk, brought her face right up against Stuart’s.‘Home,’ she said, her voice loud enough to make him open his eyes. ‘Home.’
He nodded, closed his eyes again.
‘It’s the house, isn’t it? The one in Wrabness? The one the Sloanes wanted to let crumble away?’
He didn’t answer. She reached over, shook him by the shoulders.
‘Isn’t it?’
‘Leave me alone … ’
She pulled him up close to her. Franks made to stop her, but she gestured at him to leave her alone. He dropped back. Stuart’s eyes were wide and staring, like he had been woken from a particularly deep sleep.
‘No, Stuart, I won’t leave you alone. Amy has taken my daughter, Josephina, the little girl you said you wanted to protect, to the house in Wrabness, hasn’t she?’
Stuart nodded.
Marina let him go. She looked at Franks.
‘Wrabness,’ she said, eyes lit by triumph. ‘Let’s go.’