Chapter 52 Chapter 51

Becky had known for some time that her health had plummeted since her unrecoverable affair with Peter Hunter.She didn't go to the gym just in case she had to be home when Peter called, sadly.Now they were rushing through the crowd to Manchester Terminal One to catch a flight, and she had tasted the consequences of that.This is really the ultimate sprint.She followed Tom as closely as she could, weaving among the duty-free shoppers, nearly knocking a woman flying with a bottle of Chanel in her hand.If they missed this flight to Guernsey, there would be no flights for the next few hours, and they didn't know the time of the Guernsey-to-Alderney flight.Things have to be done one by one.

After speaking with Sophie, Becky didn't have time to think, and all her thoughts were devoted to trying to reach Olivia, but the call kept being diverted to voicemail.What if Robert had already found her? Becky spoke to the Alderney police again and they tried everything they could, including trying to contact Olivia on the number Sophie provided, but they couldn't find out if Olivia lived on the island .But the officer said he had a plan and would explain it to them when they arrived. At the gate, Becky bent over to catch her breath.The last announcement had already been let off the air, and she was shocked to see at least twenty people waiting to board the plane.They could have come over easily so she wouldn't feel so bad.Even Tom was a little out of breath, grinning at the sight of Becky in such pain. "Catch up." He gasped, leaning one hand on the back of a row of plastic seats, as if to stand up straight.

They resumed breathing normally after boarding the plane, and the short-lived pleasure of catching the plane instantly vanished in the face of the reality of what was about to happen. On the plane, they analyzed in detail all the details they had about Olivia's residence in Alderney Island, including the scenery outside the window mentioned by Robert and Sophie's description of the location.They knew very little, but Olivia mentioned that there was a bench on the dune with the house behind it, surely that information would help? During the 90-minute voyage, all they could do was discuss the case.It seemed to Becky that they were going in circles, always coming back to the same conclusion.

Barely half an hour into the flight, Becky urgently asked the flight attendant if there was a flight that would take them to Alderney.God, airplanes are such a frustrating place to be when you need to keep in touch with the ground. After a while, the flight attendant returned to the aisle and knelt down beside Becky. "The next flight to Alderney leaves fifteen minutes after our plane arrives. We'll take you straight to the plane." When Becky arrived in Guernsey, the ground crew invited them off the plane first, put them on an airport shuttle, and rushed them to the waiting plane.

Under other circumstances Becky would have enjoyed the flight, it was great to fly at such a low altitude over the ocean, especially with the white sand and turquoise of Alderney in the distance sea ​​water.But the closer she got there, the more anxious Becky grew. "Hurry up, hurry up," she murmured, as the little plane seemed to approach the short runway very slowly. As before, they were the first to disembark, hurried to the small arrivals hall, where the local police were already waiting to greet them. "Did you find her?" asked Tom, shaking hands with the officer.

"Sorry, sir, nothing has been found yet. Do you have any other ideas as to where she is?" "We've been thinking about it on the plane," Becky said. "The only thing we know for sure is that she's near the beach." The police officer gave her a look that seemed to say, "You're kidding!" Becky didn't understand why until they got in the car and drove away from the airport-every turn they passed, there was the sea in front of them. The officer moved a little compassion and said, "At least we've got the town out of the way," but apparently it didn't help.

Tom sat in the passenger seat, and Becky leaned forward to listen to their conversation. "What do you suggest we do, Sergeant?" asked Tom. "I've been picking up tips," the officer said. "My wife and the wives of other officers have spent the last two hours calling everyone they know, asking if anyone knows anything. , or have any ideas on where we should look. Believe me, this is our best plan. In the meantime, we will be traveling along the roads along the coast. From what I can find, the person you are looking for Didn't rent a car. He probably rented a bike, it's hard to get a car without a credit card. Maybe he stole a bike, no one here locks the car, and people all leave the keys in the car. It might make a difference Help, but if the people you're looking for are smart enough, maybe the owner won't find out their car is missing for a few days."

Great, Becky thought.It's fucking awesome.