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Kreeg Eszu, in his own way, was as famous as Electra. ‘What’s he like?’
    ‘Well, put it this way: I couldn’t say I warmed to him. I sat next to him at dinner once and he talked about himself and his success all night. And his son, Zed, is even worse
– a spoilt rich kid who thinks his father’s money means he can get away with anything.’ Theo’s eyes fill with unusual anger.
    My ears had pricked up. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard Zed Eszu’s name mentioned by someone close to me. ‘He’s that bad?’
    ‘Yes,
that
bad,’ he reiterated. ‘A female friend of mine got involved with him and he treated her like dirt. Anyway . . .’ Theo lifted the binoculars to his eyes
again. ‘I think we’d better have another go at radioing the
Titan
. It looks like she’s on the move. Why don’t you put out the message, Ally? If your father or his
skipper is listening, they might recognise your voice.’
    I did so, but there was no reply and I saw the boat continue to pick up speed and sail away from us.
    ‘Shall we give chase?’ Theo said as the
Titan
continued to head into the distance.
    ‘I’ll go and get my mobile and call Pa directly,’ I said.
    ‘And while you do, I’ll ramp up the knots on this. They’re almost certainly too far ahead, but I’ve never tried to catch a superyacht before and it might be fun,’
he quipped.
    Leaving Theo to play cat and mouse with Pa’s boat, I went below to the cabin, hanging on to the door frame as he upped the speed. Searching through my rucksack for my mobile and trying to
switch it on, I stared impatiently at the lifeless screen. It stared back at me like a neglected pet whom I’d forgotten to feed, and I knew that the battery had run out of charge. Rooting
back through my rucksack to find the charger, and then again to find an American adapter suitable for the socket by the bed, I plugged it in and begged it to come back to life swiftly.
    By the time I’d gone back up to the bridge, Theo had slowed our speed to a relatively normal pace.
    ‘There’s no way we’re going to catch up with your father now, even at top speed. The
Titan
is going at full blast. Have you called him?’
    ‘No, my mobile’s charging at the moment.’
    ‘Here, use mine.’
    Theo handed his mobile to me, and I tapped in Pa Salt’s number. It immediately went to voicemail and I left my father a message explaining the situation and asking him to call me back as
soon as possible.
    ‘Looks like your father’s running away from you,’ Theo teased me. ‘Maybe he doesn’t want to be seen just now. Anyway, I’ll radio Andy to find out his exact
location and we’ll go straight to meet him instead.’
    My confusion must have shown on my face, because Theo took me in his arms and gave me a hug.
    ‘Really, darling, I was only joking. Remember it’s just an open radio line and the
Titan
may well have missed the messages. I’ve certainly been known to do that. You
should have just called him on his mobile to begin with.’
    ‘Yes.’ I agreed. But as we sailed at a far more leisurely pace towards Delos to rendezvous with Theo’s friend, I knew from my many hours of sailing with Pa that he insisted on
the radio being on at all times, with Hans, his skipper, always alert for any messages for the
Titan
.
    And in retrospect, I remember how unsettled I’d felt for the rest of the afternoon. Perhaps it had been a premonition of what was to come.
     

    And so I awoke in Theo’s arms the following morning in the beautiful deserted bay of Macheres, my heart heavy at the thought of heading back to Naxos later that
afternoon. Theo had already talked about his plans to prepare for the race that would start in a few days and it seemed our halcyon time together was almost over, at least for now.
    As I came to from my reverie, lying naked on the sun deck next to him, I had to force my mind to reboot outside the wonderful cocoon that was Theo and me. My phone was still charging from