Endgame. Wilna Adriaanse

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      She got up, touched the tree again. Then she picked up a leaf and put it in her backpack. “I’ll be back.”

      Slowly she made her way back to the entrance.

      When Ellie stopped some distance from the house in Rondebosch it wasn’t on impulse. She was not the spontaneous kind.

      Ever since Happy had told her that Clara was missing, she had known she would come here. Even though she was annoyed with Albert for asking. It might even be the reason why she was so annoyed with him. She had known she would have to come. Even if she tried to deny it, and even if her mouth was dry and her hands clammy at the thought of seeing Reggie.

      It was half past three and the streets were alive with children in sports kit returning from school. A few cars were parked in front of the house.

      To her relief, Elroy opened the door when she pressed the intercom button at the gate.

      He frowned when he saw her. “Can I help?” Then his eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe it. Miss McKenna! Where have you come from?” He pointed at her hair. “Like a brand-new person.” The smile he greeted her with vanished quickly, as if he suddenly realised he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to do.

      “Hi, Elroy. How are you?”

      “I’ve been better.”

      Ellie remembered the first time she had met him. He and Reggie had fetched her at the office and taken her to Williams. Elroy had always been warm and friendly. Unlike Reggie. But at the moment there was little evidence of friendliness. He seemed to have aged in the course of a few months.

      “Is Mr Williams here?”

      He moved towards her, but hesitated before opening the gate. “He’s actually quite busy.”

      She smiled. “I won’t keep him long.”

      “Maybe I should find out first if he’s willing to receive visitors. It’s really quite hectic around here.” He unlocked the gate.

      “Fine. Give him my regards if he’s too busy to see me.”

      She waited in the hallway while he disappeared into the house. Nothing had changed. She could see the dining-room table from where she was standing and she wondered if there was any food or biscuits on it. She had never seen as much food as there was in this house.

      “Miss McKenna?” Nazeem Williams came walking towards her.

      “Mr Williams, I’m sorry to arrive unannounced, but I was in the neighbourhood.”

      He motioned towards the lounge to their right. “Come in.”

      “I just came to say I’m sorry to hear about Clara and to ask if you’ve heard from her. And to tell you personally that I’ve never had contact with her again. I’m sorry now that I didn’t keep in touch, but I didn’t want to complicate an already difficult situation.”

      He ran his hand across his face. “I’ve done many difficult things in my life, but these past few months have aged me.” He looked straight at her. “Are you a religious person?”

      “My dad was religious. Some of it has rubbed off.”

      “Do you believe God sometimes punishes you for things you have done?”

      “I don’t know about that. But I know it sometimes feels like it.”

      “At the moment it certainly feels like we’re being punished.”

      “I’m sorry I can’t be of any help.”

      “After everything that happened, I was forced to hire people to look after her. She made their lives hell. She begged me to find you and get you to come back. I tried for a while, but you seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.”

      “I had to get away for a while.”

      “Miss McKenna … do you think Allegretti’s got her?”

      Ellie shook her head. “I’ve asked myself the same question, but I don’t think so. He has many flaws and has probably done a few things he should be punished for, but in his own way he loves her. He wouldn’t kidnap her. He knows how traumatic it would be for her. She’s very attached to her family.”

      “We could only do our best.”

      “Have you notified the police?” Ellie didn’t know if she was imagining the glint in his eyes. And it was interesting that he hadn’t asked her how she knew.

      “Not officially.”

      “Maybe it’s time you do.”

      Nazeem ran his hand across his face again. “It’s not so simple. There are all kinds of things to weigh up, of which her safety is the most important. If I knew who had her, or where she was, I’d have a better idea of what to do. I suppose there’s always the possibility that she ran away. That she planned it herself.”

      “I hope it’s the case, but I’ll say it again: She loves you and she knows it would break your hearts.” Ellie got up. “I don’t want to keep you. I just wanted to come and tell you that I’m sorry and I hope she comes back safely.”

      “Mavis would have liked to see you, but she’s lying down. The doctor gave her a shot this morning. She hasn’t eaten or slept since Friday night. You can imagine that she feels responsible.”

      Before Ellie could react, a woman came through the front door. Williams called out to her. Ellie recognised her when she walked into the lounge.

      “Sally, it’s Miss McKenna, who used to look after Clara.”

      Ellie got up and held out her hand. “We met briefly before. I’m very sorry to hear about your problems.”

      Sally Veldman nodded. “Thanks.”

      Mavis and Sally came from good stock, Ellie thought. They must have been beauties. Both were still attractive, despite the marks left by the years on Sally’s face.

      “Is there any news?” Williams asked when she turned to go.

      Sally stopped and shook her head. “Nothing.”

      “We won’t give up hope.”

      Sally nodded and walked away.

      Williams followed her with his eyes. Ellie wondered what was behind that gaze. She wondered if Sally blamed them for Clara’s disappearance. It was always easier to put the blame on someone else.

      At the gate she held out her hand. СКАЧАТЬ