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discover this with calls of moron, dopey and Stephanie the p syc ho.  John had ended up in so many fights over Stephanie that , for a time, he did resent having her as his sister , but that was short - lived. Now he couldn’t visualise life without her.
    John returned to the Ford Focus with Stephanie beaming broadly and holding tightly onto his arm.  Initially , she had been agitated when Jane had called from John’s office to say John was coming to pick her up.  She liked to know in ad vance when she was going out, liked to be prepared , but now she was out and she was h appy.  She loved her brother, treasured her time whenever she was with him and since a visit with John to The Dragon Mountains in South Africa with his friend Shaka Mambuza, she found going out of the facil ity easier to deal with, less stressful.  John’s friend Shaka, a pure Zulu and the ruler of his people, arranged for two of his medicine men called Sangomas , to take Stephanie into the Dragon Mountains for a week during her stay.  Initially against it, John was persuaded to allow her to g o.  It was the right decision; she came back so much more relaxed, a more confident woman.  Not cured, for she would never be cured , but a much happier person.
    Stephanie sto pped as they reached the car; Richard Turner climbed out of the driver’s side , but he did not approach her .  John had warned him that Stephanie was an autistic savant and asked him not to crowd in on her or try and shake her hand . He explained that she would seem strange to him.  He had warned him that when she was agitated or anxious , he would see her rock gently back and forth , but he asked him to try and ignore it . He also told him that when she spoke , she woul d probably avoid eye contact, and that she would speak in a flat monotone voice.
    ‘Who is that man , John?’ asked his sister , snatching quick sideways glances at the detective.  Stephanie never liked to look at people directly . She tended to keep her head down , snatching quick glances . However, after just one glance , she could tell you everything about that person , every detail in their face in the most incredible detail, and every single detail of the clothes , their shoes . In fact , anything that her eyes passed over was stored in her memory forever.
    ‘He’s a friend , Steph.’
    That was all that his sister needed to hear . If John said he was a friend , nothing else needed saying .  John sat in the back with Stephanie on the way to the office of Hanson Securities, chatting quietly with her.  He e xplained about Tom and Karen, how a man had ta ken them, and that he needed her help to find them; that he wanted her to read all of the police files and look for any clues that mig ht help them. 
    ‘What am I looking for , John?’
    John sighed, ‘ This man has taken other people , Steph , but we can’t find any common link between them so… perhaps something that joins them al l together, and something that joins all of the dots.’
    ‘I can do that . I like Tom, he’s nice and so is Karen.’
    A shadow passed over John’s face as they pulled into the front parking bay of Hanson Securities, ‘ Yes he is , Sis, he is.’
    ‘What will this man do to Tom , John?’ asked Stephanie , keeping her chin close to her chest as they exited the car.
    John hesitated, coming to a halt outside the main doors to the reception area.  How could he tell her about the man whom they believed had taken them, and what he was capable of?
    Stephanie turned towards him.  Even with John, she never looked directly at him other than with quick upward glances from her lowered head.  The difference was that with John , the glances were slightly longer , sometimes up to two or three seconds of eye contact , but to him they were priceless, magical moments where his heart would swell with the love he felt for her.  ‘Will he kill them , John?’
    John waved Turner past with his cardboard box, pointing through the