She watched the road signs.

There was one town that had started appearing more and more often. Every time it did, they took that turn.

Eastbourne.

They were going to Eastbourne.

Guy glanced over his shoulder. He held her gaze for a moment, then smiled. All the angst and turmoil had gone. He looked as content as she had ever seen him.

He looked at peace. Like he had made up his mind and accepted his fate. And that worried her.

It more than worried her.

It terrified her.

He turned back to face the front and put on the left indicator. The car slowed as they pulled into a lay-by. When they had stopped, Guy put his arm around the passenger seat and turned to her.

‘Well,’ he said. ‘I need you to do something for me.’

She shook her head. Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to do it.

He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. ‘It’s only a little thing, Annabelle.’

She shook her head again.

‘Do we have to go through this? Really? I mean, really? Don’t you want to know what it is I want?’

She ignored him, and looked out of the window.

‘All I need is a signature,’ he said. He opened the glove compartment and took out a pad of paper and a pen. ‘Sign at the bottom,’ he said, and put the pen into her right hand.

He held the pad up for her to sign. She scowled at him, and scribbled all over the paper.

He laughed. ‘Next time you sign,’ he said. ‘Or I will rip your arm off your body.’

She shrugged. It was just pain. And she was not giving him what he wanted. Not now, not ever.

‘I see,’ he said. ‘Well, how about this. After you’re dead – and you will be, if you don’t do what I’m asking – I will kill your children. I’ll start with Molly. Keith is going to find it hard watching that, he’s such a sensitive little soul. And as—’

She turned her head away. He would do it. She was sure he would. She gestured with the pen and he held up the pad.

As well as she could in the handcuffs, she signed her name.

‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘I suppose you’re wondering what I want it for?’

Wynne

It was out of her hands now.

Twice, Annabelle Westbrook had been in touching distance: when Wynne had passed the van, and when the two uniforms had gone to the house.

But that was not good enough to save her.

And Wynne thought that was what she needed now. Sanderson was aware they knew it was him, and if he knew that he also knew they would keep pursuing him until they found him.