“Looks as if she got more than she bargained for when she went on her date.” Janine’s voice just about reached him, but Lavonne was already on his way to Stephen Ward’s office.

“Morning, Chief, any news on Seth Jones?”

Ward shook his head. “He’s still AWOL with the witness, that’s assuming they haven’t both been taken down…worse case scenario, but we can’t rule it out.”

Ward was developing a twitch in his cheek. This was really getting to him. It

was because it was his buddy who was letting the side down. Reporting that bit of information to the higher authorities must be so hard.

Ward looked up and focused on Lavonne. “Where would you take a witness if there was some reason why you didn’t want to use the designated safe house?”

Lavonne shrugged. It was a good question. “Somewhere I could lock down. Somewhere I knew well.” His mind was ticking. “Where is home, for Seth Jones?”

Ward took his seat. “Seth’s lived in London for the last twelve years or so. He’s from Wales, originally.” The phone rang. He put up his hand indicating he’d have to take the call. “Stephen Ward.” He listened for a moment, frowning. “Look, love, I’m up to my eyeballs in the proverbial here. Tell Colleen I’ll talk to her tonight.”

Lavonne’s attention swept over the papers on the desk while Ward was busy. If he could get his hands on Seth Jones’s personal file from human resources, he could perhaps track down the next of kin. Might be a wild goose chase, but he was willing to try anything right now. If he had to deal with Keane phoning him every hour for one more day, he’d get even more trigger happy than he currently was, and it would be Keane who’d be his target. Seth Jones’ next of kin was worth a try, and he could sweet talk it from one of the women in HR. His attention moved back to Stephen Ward.

Ward had his fingers pressed against his forehead, but he was surveying the scene outside the glass frontage to his office as the voice on the other end of the phone talked on. After a moment his gaze settled on Lavonne, and he made a move to end the call. “No, you definitely did the right thing. It explains a lot. Give Colleen a hug and tell her we’ll definitely play that game.”

Family business. Lavonne was itching to get out of the office now that human resources had opened up as a possible avenue of information. He got ready to give his excuses and leave, but when Ward put his phone down he also rose quickly to his feet.

“I appreciate you trying to help out here, but I’m going to have to make a move. I’ve got a meeting upstairs.” He gave a brief, artificial smile, his eyes hooded and thoughtful. “They want to keep tabs on what’s happening with this.”

Lavonne nodded and left. He headed off in the direction of human resources, but glanced back just as he was about to leave the division. Stephen Ward was still in his office, standing close to the glass frontage, arms folded across his chest. A serious expression shadowed his face as he contemplated the people working outside. For a split-second, their eyes met across the expanse of the witness protection division.

Ward seemed to scrutinise him. Lavonne turned away, shrugging it off. He had a new lead, that’s all that mattered. The sooner he took the witness and Jones out of action, the better.

* * * *

Routine, regular solid routine. Focus on the job. Seth repeated the mantra to himself as they sped through the countryside towards Conwy, the nearest town. At the same time he was trying to ignore the woman who sat by his side, peering out at the passing scenery.

“Are you warm enough?” He flicked the heating up a notch.

She nodded and smiled. She was wearing one of his mother’s sweaters under her coat. He could handle that. That wasn’t underwear. Concentrating on the road, he told himself he couldn’t afford to be distracted by her any more. He was a well-respected witness protection officer, and that’s because he’d never done anything stupid. Until now. Now his routine had gone to hell because he’d broken his own rules and got involved.

To add to his torment, he wasn’t altogether sure he’d done the right thing sending that email message to Ward’s daughter. And he’d told Lily about Lavonne. There hadn’t been any way out of it at the time, but now he regretted it. He’d even wanted to comfort her over the Stockholm syndrome incident back at the house. How ludicrous was that? The working foundations that had been so solid for him were crumbling. He needed to rebuild them.

A moment later he caught sight of her crossing her legs from the corner of his eye, high on the thigh, making her coat fall open. Still looking out at the scenery, she felt for the coat flap and re-covered her leg with it.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel,

“It’s clouding over,” she commented. “I think we’ve seen the last of the winter sun for the time being.”

“We’ve been lucky.” He wasn’t just talking about the weather.

A few minutes later they were on the bridge that crossed the Conwy estuary and led into the fortress town.

Lily commented on how pretty it was.

“Let’s do this, and quickly,” he said, as he parked the Land Rover in a car park nestled between the ancient castle and the centre of the small town. It wasn’t a big place, but he was pretty sure there was a shop that sold women’s stuff of the underwear type. When he switched off the engine, he looked at her. She was hesitant to get out of the vehicle, but wide-eyed, looking around the scenery. “Come on, put the scarf on.”

She did as instructed, wrapping the length of fabric around her hair and neck, letting the loose corners dangle down the back of her coat. Satisfied, he walked around to her side of the vehicle and opened the door, watching as she climbed out and gazed up at the castle, entranced. He’d grown up here and it was a familiar landscape, but her enthusiasm for it made him look anew. That’s what she was doing to him, breaking him out of familiar patterns. It would be easy to forget the job for a while, with her around. He took her arm and led her quickly away from the car park and across the street towards the shops. They had to get what she needed and get back to the house, sharpish.

They walked quickly through the main thoroughfare. Lily walked quietly and quickly alongside him, her hand inside his.

“Gillian?” A voice queried behind them.

Seth stopped dead, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He had a bad feeling about this. Gillian was his mother’s name. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw Annie Conroy, an old friend of his mother’s. She was staring at the back of Lily’s head with a confused expression. Surely to god she couldn’t have recognised his mother’s scarf on another woman? A baseball cap and shades was all he needed to go shop for food, but apparently the scarf was a mistake.

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