I leaned across her and opened the door.
‘Don’t worry. You may not think it, but we’re making progress. We’ll have made some more by tomorrow. So long for now.’
She put her hand on my arm.
‘Thanks for what you’ve done so far. Keep trying. I want that heel back.’
I watched her walk up the path to the dark little bungalow, then engaged gear and drove away.
IV
As I drove along the wide track that led through the sand dune to my cabin, the headlights of the Buick picked out a big battle-ship of a car parked outside my front gate.
I slowed down, threw out the clutch, shifted into neutral and cruised to a standstill.
I got out of the Buick and walked over to the car. The tight from the dashboard reflected on Serena Dedrick’s pale, set face. She turned her head and we looked at each other through the open window.
‘I hope you haven’t been waiting long,’ I said, startled to find her here outside my cabin.