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All traces of her South of France suntan had disappeared.
    “Dad‟s going to live,” she said as they sat down together with two bottles of juice. “The doctors are pretty sure about that. He‟s strong and he kept himself fit. But…” Her voice trembled. “It‟s going to take a long time, Alex. He‟s still unconscious—and he was badly burnt.” She stopped and drank some of her juice. “The police said it was a gas leak. Can you believe that? Mum says she‟s going to sue.”
    “Who‟s she going to sue?”
    “The people who rented us the house. The gas board. The whole country. She‟s furious…”
    Alex said nothing. A gas leak. That was what the police had told him.
    Sabina sighed. “Mum said I ought to see you. She said you‟d want to know about Dad.”
    “Your dad had just come down from Paris, hadn‟t he?” Alex wasn‟t sure this was the right time, but he had to know. “Did he say anything about the article he was writing?”
    Sabina looked surprised. “No. He never talked about his work. Not to Mum. Not to anyone.”
    “Where had he been?”
    “He‟d been staying with a friend. A photographer.”
    “Do you know his name?”
    “Marc Antonio. Why are you asking all these questions about my dad? Why do you want to know?”
    Alex avoided the questions. “Where is he now?” he asked.
    “In hospital in France. He‟s not strong enough to travel. Mum‟s still out there with him. I flew home on my own.”
    Alex thought for a moment. This wasn‟t a good idea. But he couldn‟t keep silent. Not knowing what he did. “I think he should have a police guard,” he said.

    “What?” Sabina stared at him. “Why? Are you saying … it wasn‟t a gas leak?”
    Alex didn‟t answer.
    Sabina looked at him carefully, then came to a decision. “You‟ve been asking a lot of questions,”
    she said. “Now it‟s my turn. I don‟t know what‟s really going on, but Mum told me that after it happened, you ran away from the house.”
    “How did she know?”
    “The police told her. They said you had this idea that someone had tried to kill Dad … and that it was someone you knew. And then you disappeared. They were searching everywhere for you.”
    “I went to the police station at Saint-Pierre,” Alex said.
    “But that wasn‟t until midnight. You were completely soaked and you had a cut and you were dressed in weird clothes…”
    Alex had been questioned for an hour when he had finally shown up at the gendarmerie. A doctor had given him three stitches and bandaged up the wound. Then a policeman had brought him a change of clothes. The questions had only stopped with the arrival of the man from the British consulate in Lyons. The man, who had been elderly and efficient, seemed to know all about Alex. He had driven Alex to Montpellier Airport to catch the first flight the next day. He had no interest in what had happened. His only desire seemed to be to get Alex out of the country.
    “What were you doing?” Sabina asked. “You say Dad needs protection. Is there something you know?”

    “I can‟t really tell you—” Alex began.
    “Stuff that!” Sabina said. “Of course you can tell me!”
    “I can‟t. You wouldn‟t believe me.”
    “If you don‟t tell me, Alex, I‟m going to walk out of here and you‟ll never see me again. What is it that you know about my dad?”
    In the end he told her. It was very simple. She hadn‟t given him any choice. And in a way he was glad. The secret had been with him too long and carrying it alone, he had begun to feel it weighing him down.
    He began with the death of his uncle, his introduction to MI6, his training and his first meeting with Yassen Gregorovich at the Stormbreaker computer plant in Cornwall. He described, as briefly as he could, how he had been forced, twice more, to work for MI6—in the French Alps and off the coast of America. Then he told her what he had felt the moment he had seen Yassen on the beach at Saint-Pierre, how he had