She was entitled to the truth, but the fact was I didn't have the guts to tell her the truth, mainly because she would have bailed on me. But now, her...e she was, a couple of thousand miles from her home and what was left of her family. I owed her something."I don't have much of chance of pulling this off by myself. I needed a partner. Someone I could trust with my life. Someone who wouldn't bail on me. Someone who has a stake in the outcome." Just exactly what are you trying to 'pull off' as you. Naturally, I was still on school holidays, and with the day to myself, I tidied up after breakfast, and went to a friend’s place for a few hours, then came back in the mid-afternoon. Louise wasn’t due home for a couple of hours, and our parents would be away for another few days, so I was alone in the house. I put on a few CD’s, and lay on the couch in the family room, with a book. I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I heard Louise’s car in the driveway. I heard. When I'd picked the clothes I knew there was a chance that they were meant for wearing to a funeral. The trousers, shirt and short coat were all black, with subtle silver stitching the only highlight. It was as far away as possible from the brightly coloured outfits everyone else was wearing.The footman led me to the place immediately to the right of the throne-chair. He held the chair until I went to sit and then pushed it in behind me.The beautiful girl was beside me and the tankard slammer. I walked up to the bar and ordered a beer. My beer had hardly arrived when the marshal came up and asked for a few minutes of my time. I told him that I always had time to talk to him, so we went to an empty table. Each of us sipped on our beer, and I waited for the marshal to speak.He asked, "Do you know Martin Ormsby?"I admitted that I didn't.The marshal said, "Ormsby is the largest land owner in this area and he has disappeared. I have looked for him and I can't find hide nor hair. Could you.