Chapter 43

Early Monday morning

Day sixteen

Jon looked up from his reports when the Perrin's Point police station's door opened. Trewe walked in. He held his back straight, but an unhealthy pallor still marked the area of skin around his eyes and lips. Jon was surprised. "Well, you're back then?"

"Aye, part of the day, if the doctors get their say, which they won't. Bollocks. I'm too close to retirement, I told them, I'm not putting in for sick leave now."

"But you really should listen-"

"I said bollocks!"

Jon wondered how Trewe would react to his initiative to rekindle the search for Annie Butler. How much time did they have before he called off the search? Would there be any progress made at all? The clock was ticking. He wondered how Annie Butler was doing. He didn't want to think about what might be happening to her. He checked his mobile for messages. There was nothing he had to respond to immediately.