Staring up at the bedroom ceiling, and still none the wiser for recalling the events of the weekend and being told of Angel’s disappearance, I punched the pillow in frustration. If only I could find the one clue that would show the way to Angel. There must be such a clue, I thought and, feeling wide awake, decided to go over everything once again.
But my wakefulness was an illusion, and before I could even recall Sarah and I meeting under the Paddington Station clock, my eyes closed and sleep was upon me.