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waiting.' Phoebe tried to sound casual. 'Is she out with her boyfriend again?'
    Tara's eyes looked very big in her small face. 'You aren't meant to know about him. No one is. She'll be cross if she thinks I've told.'
    'Well, you haven't,' Phoebe said cheerfully. 'So that's all right. Now, you stay right there, and I'll bring you another muffin. And by the time you've eaten it Cindy will be here for you.'
    'What's going on?' Lynn mouthed as she dashed past with a loaded tray.
    'Cindy—no show,' Phoebe returned succinctly, and Lynn's brows shot up to her hairline.
    But, in spite of her optimistic forecast, no one tall, blonde and Australian arrived at the tea rooms, and it was rapidly approaching closing time.
    'Call the police,' said Lynn. 'That's what Mrs Preston would say.'
    'I can't,' Phoebe protested. 'She's upset enough as it is, poor little devil. It could create all kinds of repercussions.'
    Lynn sighed. 'Then what are you going to do?'
    Phoebe took a deep breath. 'I'll take her home myself. And hopefully give Cindy, and this absentee father of hers, a piece of my mind in the process.'
    'You can't just walk off with someone's child. Otherwise it will be you the police will be calling on.'
    "That's a risk I'll have to take.' Phoebe looked at the clock above the kitchen door. 'And why isn't there a search party out for her anyway? No, I've got to do it, Lynn. I've got to see her home safely and talk to someone in authority about what's been going on.'
    Lynn shook her head. 'Rather you than me.'
    As Phoebe had expected, Tara was reluctant to accompany her.
    'No, I've got to wait for Cindy.' Her bottom lip jutted ominously.
    'But the cafe is closing for the night,' Phoebe told her gently. 'If Cindy comes it will be all dark and locked up.'
    'Then I'll sit in her car and wait.'
    Over my dead body, Phoebe returned silently. Aloud, she said, 'Let's go and see if it's still where she parked it, shall we?'
    The main car park was emptying fast, and the white Peugeot 205 was standing in the middle, in splendid isolation. It was also securely locked, which Phoebe secretly regarded as a bonus under the circumstances.
    However, she was getting more concerned about Cindy's non-appearance by the minute.
    'Perhaps her boyfriend's motorbike's had a puncture,' she suggested neutrally. 'Whatever, there's no point hanging round here in the cold and dark. We'll go round to the bus station and find out when there's one to Fitton Magna.'
    But here too she drew a blank. Buses to Fitton Magna, she learned, were thin on the ground. There was one return trip mid-morning and mid-afternoon each day. And a market day special which she'd missed as well.
    'Right,' Phoebe said breezily, thanking her stars she'd been paid at lunchtime. 'We'll get a taxi.'
    Even if the people at the other end weren't very pleased with what she had to say, they would at least reimburse the fare to her—wouldn't they?
    'Do you know the address?' she asked, fixing Tara's seat-belt.
    'Of course.' The outraged note was back, if a little wobbly. 'It's North Fitton House.'
    'Would that be on the Midburton Road?' the driver asked as he started the engine.
    'I don't know,' Phoebe confessed. 'I've never been there.' At least, I hope I haven't, she amended silently. 'Is it, Tara?'
    'I think so.' The little girl didn't sound any too sure.
    'Well, Fitton Magna isn't exactly big. Reckon we'll find it,' said the driver.
    It was a placid drive through the dark lanes, but, all the same, Phoebe could feel tension rising inside her. Beside her, Tara was very quiet. Perhaps too quiet?
    I don't really know anything about her, Phoebe realised ruefully. Certainly not enough to go charging in and taking- over like this. Lynn was right. I should have stayed out of it. Handed the whole mess over to the police or Social Services.
    What do I do if there's no one at her home either? Why didn't I think things through?
    There was a muffled sound beside her, as if Tara was choking back a sob, and