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Clyde said.
    “I thought it was a wild-goose chase but understood it was something she needed to do to make sense of it all. I went back to England but made her promise to either ring or e-mail me every day, which she did. We’re very close. She said she was getting to know people and had started asking questions. Then just over two weeks ago the calls and e-mails abruptly stopped. I tried to reach her, but she never replied.”
    “So you came over yourself?” Clyde asked.
    “Yes, I couldn’t leave it, so two days after she stopped calling, I hopped on a plane. She wasn’t living here at Tosca Brava. She stayed at Mum’s place. I thought she might be ill or something and no one had found her. Clutching at straws, I know, but I couldn’t take another loss. She’s all the family I have left.”
    “You’re not staying at your mum’s place?”
    “No, I thought that would set alarm bells ringing. Two assistant tennis coaches staying at the same place, I mean.”
    “It probably would have,” Peyton agreed.
    “I’m in the staff block behind the hotel here.” She took another sip of her drink. “Anyway, there’s no sign of Sonia, and nothing’s missing from Mum’s house as far as I can tell, excepting her handbag and cell phone. Even her laptop’s still there.”
    Peyton frowned. This didn’t look good. If Sonia had voluntarily taken off somewhere, or with someone, she would at least have taken her computer with her. Fabia obviously knew it, so he kept his big mouth shut.
    “Do you know the password for her e-mail?” he asked instead. “Perhaps there’s something in it that will give you a few hints.”
    “Yes, I’ve already been through it. Apart from a barrage from me after she stopped communicating and a few to do with her work in England, there’s nothing at all to lend a clue.” She looked at each of them in turn, silver-gray eyes alight with worry. “She’s disappeared off the face of the earth, and I’m convinced now that she was right. She’s been snatched, and it’s something to do with this place.”

Chapter Four
     
    “That still doesn’t explain what you were doing in here earlier,” Peyton reminded her.
    Fabia nodded, well aware of that. “Sonia’s last few communications said she was talking to you guys,” she said uneasily. “She was really excited about that because she thought you knew something.”
    “Sorry, sweetheart.” Fabia sensed that Clyde had been about to say something, but Peyton spoke first. “We saw her about the place but didn’t really know her.”
    Fabia couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Oh, but I was so sure.”
    “You thought we had her locked away in here somewhere?”
    Clyde seemed easygoing, but he wasn’t laughing now, and Fabia didn’t blame him. She’d made it sound as though she suspected them of something sinister, which she had at one point.
    “Sorry, but put yourself in my place. What would you think?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “She never came up here, then?”
    “No,” they said together.
    “How long did she work at Tosca Brava?” Peyton asked.
    “About six weeks before she disappeared.”
    “Well, from memory, we were in Seville for the first of those six weeks, here for two and then away again, so there wasn’t much time for our paths to cross.”
    “She did corner us in the bar a couple of times,” Clyde said. “She asked all sorts of questions about the place before Tosca Brava was built. Wanted to know if we were around and how come the flying school became part of the development.”
    “Nothing sinister about that,” Peyton added. “We were already here. Not much else was. Just a bar, a small shop, and a few rundown houses. No proper road, more a dirt track, which kind of put potential clients off. No proper runway either, just a scrubby grass strip. The development started when times were still good. If you grew up in Spain you’ll know that property sold faster than it could be built before the credit crunch