“It was a Thursday afternoon. The builders had been in since Christmas and our latest extension for yet more guest suites was nearly complete. For once, we looked like being ready for the new season. The nearest phone extension was in the kitchen. A man’s voice I didn’t recognise asked whether I was Mrs Ellie Bruce. Bad news is like a smell. You scent it. ‘My name’s Clark, Mrs Bruce. I’m a police officer. We’ve had a call from the Distress and Diversion Cell up at West Drayton.’ He paused. ‘Do y...ou know what these people do?’ ‘Of course.’ I bent to the phone, trying to fight the waves of panic. The Distress and Diversion Cell co-ordinate the rescue services when an aircraft gets into trouble. ‘Sandown have reported your husband overdue,’ the policeman was saying. ‘Jersey booked him out at 10.45.It seems his flightplan gives an ETA of 11.40.’ I did the computations in my head. Sandown is our local airfield, a single grass strip tucked beneath the shoulder of St Boniface Down.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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