The Runaway. Ali Harper

helping. ‘We needed to speak to her,’ I said to Nikki. ‘She might have been able to help. Do you want us to find your boyfriend or what?’

      ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I can’t take the sitting around.’

      ‘So, Sara knows Matt?’

      Nikki sat down on the wall next to Jo and folded her arms across her chest. ‘They’re both in Greenpeace. She thinks she’s God’s gift.’

      I remembered the look on Sara’s face. It didn’t strike me as the look of someone who thought they were God’s gift. What did she know? What did she want from Matt? I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. ‘Who told you where we’d be?’

      Nikki didn’t answer. Jo and I glanced at each other.

      ‘Aunt Edie,’ we both said at the same time.

      ‘It wasn’t her fault,’ Nikki said. ‘I asked her for a glass of water, and while she was out of the room, I read the notes she was typing up.’

      I made a mental note to have a word with our receptionist-stroke-office-manager when we got back to the office.