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  Chapter 24

 

  Han Trafford’s home

  Bristol

  5.24 p.m.

 

  “That was Howie,” said Han, placing the phone back on the charger, “it seems he has someone on our side.”

  James nodded thoughtfully and didn’t answer.

  “Listen to me. If we’re going to get to the bottom of this, I’m going to need you to be a little more engaging. Since you’ve been back, you’ve done very little other than mope around the house at my expense,” snapped Han.

  “This isn’t my house.”

  “Too right it’s not, it’s my house. At least the James I used to know helped out and was looking for a job.”

  “I mean I have a house and I should be there. I have a job too.”

  “I know, I know…… with your twins and your wife Helena the PhD student in Exeter,” sighed Han, with a hint of defeat. “What do you do for a living when you’re in Exeter?”

  “I drive a coach. The Exeter to London route…………. what happens next?”

  “Howie’s going to arrange a meeting with an ex-detective. It seems he may be able to help. He’ll call back later.”

  “A detective, are the police involved?”

  “He’s an ex-detective. You may know of him. He’s a bit of an international star.”

  “What’s his name?”

  “Markland Garraway. He’s the one who solved that murder case a few years ago, the one when the three-year-old kid provided evidence.”

  James shrugged.

  “Don’t you remember?”

  He shook his head.

  “Which planet have you been on for the past few years? It made worldwide news.”

  “I’ve been in Exeter,” replied James, in a nonplussed tone.

  “Okay, okay. Let’s wait for Howie to call back and we’ll see what the detective can do for us,” said Han.

  “Ex-detective, you said, so he’s not one anymore.”

  Han nodded and went to the kitchen, leaving James alone in the lounge.

 

  There were so many things James didn’t understand and couldn’t explain. There was one thing which bore on his mind, and that was his health. When he had been in Exeter with Helena, he had had a few ailments. Nothing that couldn’t be treated, but all the same they were conditions which couldn’t be ignored. His illness came with symptoms that would become serious if not dealt with. He had also worn contact lenses. He needed them for driving. Without them he would be a danger to himself and others. But since he’d been in Bristol with his father, his eyesight was pretty much perfect and he had no need for contacts or glasses. He’d turned up in his father’s house without any of his medication and had found he hadn’t needed it. Just like everything else happening around him, it made no sense whatsoever. James was doubting his sanity. Had he ever married Helena? Was he a father? Did he live in Exeter? The evidence was stacking up to suggest that perhaps things weren’t as they seemed. When he’d inexplicably turned up at his father’s house in mid-September, he was certain of who he was, where he came from and pretty much everything else about his life. But now, almost a month later, he wasn’t sure about anything anymore.