Chapter 19

I SET THE PHONE back onto the cradle and frantically check my mobile phone again. No calls. Once more I speed-dial Grace’s number. The automated message is the same. Mailbox full. Grace’s phone is missing or out of a charge or both.

My body is beginning to tremble over the realization that Grace’s disappearance is for real. Did she walk out on me? I refuse to believe that she has. Was she taken somehow by that man in the long brown overcoat? My gut tells me it’s true. Was that him on the phone? Again, I can only believe it is.

So what do I do now as my eyesight returns to a dull, fuzzy severe blur?

Contact the police. Again.