RICHARDLater, when we are alone, Elizabeth is quiet, thoughtful."Master...""Yes, my Love?""When Charlotte's baby is born, you know, she doesn't have any friends who have babies or small children.""I'm sure she'll meet some at..." I rummage through my limited knowledge of babies and the procedures that go with them... "... ante-natal classes and suchlike.""I'm sure she will. But don't you think it would be a good idea for her to have some close friends too, to talk to about it and share babysitting with and things like that."I scratch my head. "I don't think Kirstie's made up with Ryan and I can't think she'd choose to be a single mother.""I wasn't talking about, Kirstie." She drops to her knees, looking up at me, her eyes matching the hawthorn leaves sprouting outside in the spring sunshine. "Master..."But she doesn't finish what she's saying, simply gazing up, waiting.I'm not bloody telepathic...?? Aahhhh...I drop to my knees too, meeting her

MICHAELSlinging one towel around my hips, another in my hand, I head back into the bedroom. They're together between the sheets, naked, sheened with sweat, silent. He lies with his head pillowed on her breasts, stroking her belly. Her eyes follow me in. "Thought I was going to wash your back?"I scrub the towel into my wet hair. "From the sound of things, you were otherwise engaged."She flashes teeth, then wriggles out from under James. "Just have to do my own then." And she too heads for the shower.James sits up and I toss him a robe. "Michael," he begins, "I know I've already said it, but thank you. There aren't many men who would have done what you did. Ensuring that I would be the father of her first. I'd always assumed it would be a lottery between us." He shakes his head, rubbing a palm over the back of his skull. "I still can't believe I didn't notice what you were up to, the pair of you."My voice wry, "It's not as though there aren't other options. Mouth, as

RICHARD"Who's that?" Ben aims a finger towards the thin figure propping up the bar as he chats happily with one of the Agony Aunts."Old friend of Charlotte's, I believe, Benny. He was in a fix, so James did him a favour, gave him a leg up."Ben's brows rise. "What kind of leg up?""As I understand it, Benny had a poor upbringing. He was illiterate and so effectively unemployable. James put him on a training program with the company, aiming for an apprenticeship in the maintenance section.""But he can't read? Shouldn't he clear something like that with you?""Charlotte is making the time to teach Benny to read. And James has the full authority of a director in my company."*****Elizabeth nudges me. "I think we should rescue him."I twist, scanning. "Who?""James." She tilts her glass toward a corner table.James, seated at the back and wearing the expression of a man losing the will to live, is flanked to one side by two old biddies: if memory serves from the w

Hands and ankles cuffed, I wait in the yard. A grey sky spits rain on the grey tarmac, grey stonework and the dark grey uniforms of my guards.The van arrives, equally grey, pulling up close by. Paired metal doors swing open at the back, revealing the inside, stark and gloomy, a slatted bench flush to either side. Hoops and bars project from the framework for the restraint of high-risk transportees. "In you go, Larry..." Hartwell pokes me in the ribs with his baton, playfully...Think it's funny, do you..."... I don't know what idiot thinks you belong in a low-security prison but I'll not be sorry you're not my responsibility anymore."I say nothing, all obedience, stepping up to the van. My movement is awkward in my cuffs as I grab the handle to pull myself up. Sutcliffe raises a hand, supporting me at the elbow as I rise."Leave him alone, Sutcliffe," snaps Hartwell. "Larry's a big boy now. He can get himself inside.""Yes, sir." Sutcliffe follows me up, indicating a

I'm walking as I talk. Heading along the hall. First stop, the alarm system.I slam the panic button installed during the renovation. After Michael and Charlotte's last flight through the snow two Christmases ago, we built this house as a fortress.Everything on automatic, the house goes into lock-down. Motors whirr as metal shutters glide over windows. High-security bolts slam across doors, the sound echoing along the hall. I keep moving, heading for the basement.Mobile still pressed to my ear, "You think it's Charlotte he wants?" I say. "Or Mitch?""If Klempner had Charlotte, Mitch would follow. If she had the balls to go after Conners to rescue him, d'you think she'd hesitate with her own daughter? And yes, I think it's Mitch he's after. You think the timing's a coincidence? Charlotte has just found her mother and suddenly Klempner waltzes out of custody?""No, I don't..." My mind spins, whirling at speed... "... but it also suggests that he's stayed in jail because it su