“I bet you’d give anything for a swim,” he said quietly. “It worries me that you have to be cooped up here. Are you getting restless?”
She shook her head, not looking at him.
“No, I don’t mind,” she said indifferently.
“I’ve been thinking about you, Frankie,” he said after a long pause. “Have you thought at all what you are going to do after the trial?”
“There doesn’t seem much point in thinking about that,” she returned in a flat tired voice.
“Why do you say that?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Pete said they would never let me give evidence, so why should I bother to think of the future?”
He stared at her.
“For goodness sake, Frankie! You mustn’t talk like that! You’re safe here. No one can get near you, and you’ll be safe at the trial.”
“Am I safe?” she asked, leaning out of the window to look down at the golden sands. “You said Pete would be safe, and yet he’s dead.”