‘Yes, we really ought to find her,’ he says, his voice heavy with tension. ‘Make sure she’s OK.’

‘I’m not sure we should go outside anymore tonight,’ Christine says, shaking her head and lifting her palms as if to say, I’m out. ‘Shouldn’t we wait for the police?’ She drags her fingers through her hair, making it spike. ‘Two people murdered, one gone AWOL, Cameron nowhere to be found. I just don’t think going out there again is the best idea. We should all stay in here, together.’

Faith rubs the back of her neck. Her dungarees are crumpled, and tendrils of dark hair fall loosely from her sagging ponytail. ‘I still think we should look for her, is all. She’s only young. Doesn’t understand English.’ She opens the French doors, letting cold air in, and steps out onto the terrace. Leon follows.

Alice looks at Christine and Lori who don’t move. She shrugs and follows Faith and Leon out into the darkness once more.

‘Gabriela!’ they all yell, Faith veering away from Alice and Leon, heading towards the wood and disappearing into the shadows.

‘She’s not out here is she?’ Alice looks up at Leon, her arms around herself like a straitjacket, shivering from cold and fear. ‘This is so awful. I’m so sorry I dragged you here.’

Leon takes hold of her hand. ‘You weren’t to know, Alice. You can’t blame yourself for this.’

They continue across the lawn. ‘Gabriela!’ Leon cries once more. Alice strains her ears for a response, but there’s only the sounds of the trees, branches creaking, leaves whispering, and an animal cry somewhere in the distance.

Faith appears, running back towards Alice and Leon. ‘God knows where she is,’ she says, panting. ‘If she headed into the woods, we’ll never find her tonight.’ But her eyes have focused on the wire fence. ‘Should we check on the rocks below?’

Leon shakes his head. ‘There’s no point. I know this sounds cold, but if Gabriela went over the edge, and we’ve no reason to think she would have … she wouldn’t have survived.’ He pauses for a long moment, as they all stare out to sea. ‘Let’s go inside. Stay together.’

*

Later, back in the bar, Christine and Lori sit opposite each other in a booth, upright and serious, as though they’re about to play a game of poker. Alice and Leon are on the sofa, silent, their faces pale like ghosts, eyes heavy. Faith is looking out of the window, eyes flicking across the darkness.

It’s a long ten minutes before Christine speaks. ‘What exactly did the police say, Faith?’

Faith glances back over her shoulder. ‘They said they’ll send someone over to the island as soon as possible.’

‘By boat?’

Faith shrugs, and shakes her head. She looks back through the glass and whispers, her voice sounding defeated, ‘They didn’t say.’