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you.’
    ‘Thanks,’ she murmured.
    ‘Are you with someone? Husband, friend?’
    She shook her head. ‘Travelling alone. Just passing through.’
    ‘Do you have a place to stay?’
    ‘I’m in a hotel across town.’
    On the other side of the low harbour wall, the motor launch was pulling up at the westernmost jetty. It was exactly twelve noon. Ben didn’t want to miss his ride, but he didn’t feel right about leaving the woman on her own. For a second he regretted not having laid into the attackers harder. Should have damaged more than their pride. They might have wandered off in search of another victim. Or they might just as easily be watching from a hidden vantage point and waiting for another chance to get her. From the way she was glancing nervously up the beach, he knew she was thinking the same thing.
    He didn’t have time to deal with this. If he took her back into town and they reported the incident, there would be questions to answer to the local police, statements to take, hours of messing around-none of which would be any help to her.
    There was only one thing he could do.
    As he looked, a stocky guy in a baseball cap, white slacks and a polo shirt stepped from the motor launch. He tied it off and started walking down the jetty towards the dock, glancing up and down the quayside as if looking for someone.
    Ben pointed at the launch. ‘I have to get on that boat,’ he said to the woman. ‘I can take you somewhere safe, where you can get cleaned up and get some rest and a drink. Are you happy with that idea?’
    She shot him a nervous glance. Doubt in her eyes.
    ‘You can trust me.’ He took out his passport and showed it to her. ‘My name’s Ben. Ben Hope. And I don’t want to leave you here on your own. There’s someone I have to meet. Come with me. It won’t take long, and then we’ll come back to San Remo together and I’ll see you safely to your hotel. I promise.’
    She hesitated, glanced again at Ben and across at the launch. She bit her lip in indecision. Then she looked back at the fallen knife, and shuddered visibly. That seemed to make up her mind. ‘I’m Kerry,’ she said. ‘Kerry Wallace. And if you’re sure it’s all right, I’ll come with you.’
    ‘You’re doing the right thing, Kerry,’ Ben said. ‘You’ll be OK.’
    The launch pilot was heading towards the walkway, glancing down in their direction. The guy returned Ben’s wave.
    Kerry was still a little unsteady on her feet. She brushed her hair back nervously, and Ben saw how pale her face was. Carrying her bag, he guided her gently across the beach and up the steps to the walkway. His jacket was lying crumpled on the hot concrete. He picked it up and handed it to her. ‘You should cover up. You’ve had a shock.’
    She accepted the jacket gratefully and pulled it around her shoulders. ‘You’re kind. Thank you so much.’
    ‘It’s nothing,’ he replied. ‘I’m sorry it had to happen to you.’
    They met the launch pilot on the walkway. He smiled broadly. ‘Mr Hope?’
    Ben replied that he was.
    ‘I am Thierry,’ the man said breezily. His accent was unplaceable, somewhere between French and Scandinavian. ‘I am to pick you up and bring you to the
Scimitar
.’ He glanced at Kerry. ‘I was told you would be alone.’
    Ben shook his head. ‘This is Kerry Wallace. She’s with me.’
    Thierry shrugged. ‘No problem. This way, please.’
    They followed him up the jetty towards the bobbing launch. ‘Are you sure this is all right?’ Kerry whispered to Ben.
    ‘As long as you’re happy with it.’
    ‘I don’t have to be anywhere. I was just out walking, enjoying the sunshine.’ She grimaced. ‘I don’t know what I’d have done without your help.’
    ‘Don’t think about it,’ he told her. ‘You’ll feel shaky for a while, but it’ll pass.’
    Thierry fired up the boat engines as they climbed aboard. Kerry settled herself gingerly into a bench at the stern while Ben sat up front. The twin