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“I’ve just got this feeling that something’s wrong.”
Tony stepped back and sat on the side of the bed. “There is. I’m getting nowhere with this appeal. I’m coming up with a dead end everywhere I look.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Either Megan’s guilty or we’re dealing with someone who’s covered all bases. The university have judged her on the evidence there is, and I won’t lie to you. It’s bad.”
“But you know yourself that we paid for her ticket to London. You can prove that one.”
He shook his head slowly. “Would you believe it’s not on my Visa statement.”
“What?” Disbelief ran through Kath. “It has to be. You booked it online didn’t you?”
Tony ran his hand though his hair. “I did. But trust me it’s not there. I’ve called the bank and they’re looking into it.”
A shiver ran down Kathy’s back. “Tony. If someone goes to those lengths to make Megan look bad, he wouldn’t try and hurt her, would he?”
Tony shrugged. “I wasn’t going to say it. I didn’t want to worry you, but the same thought crossed my mind. Thank goodness, she’s overseas.”
“I think it’s time I went to the police. It’s time they started looking into the activities of Greg Cannon. Christ, if he can log into the bank records what else is he capable of?”
“And why is he doing it?”
Fear filled Kathy as Tony shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with getting that job at the university. I am starting to think the guy’s a nutter. I think he’s done it because he can.”
“You be careful, darling.” Kathy put her arms around her husband.
“I’m going to go to the university now, and then I’m going to the police station. You keep trying to call Megan.”
“I will. Just be careful.”
Chapter Nineteen
A thrill of anticipation shot through Megan as they crossed the last field to the three large stones. Brooding and dark despite the midday sun, the ancient structures were silhouetted against the bright sky. For the first time, she noticed the row of small stones that completed the line. If David hadn’t been holding her hand tightly, she knew it would have been fear consuming her rather than anticipation.
Would this strange connection between them last when they crossed back to her time? Or was it only because they were in the seventies? She hoped it wouldn’t disappear. They had some unfinished business and the thought of that sent an exquisite pulse of heat shooting through her.
David stopped in front of her and pointed to the stones. “I’ve experimented over the last couple of years. Each of the stones works in exactly the same way.”
“But what if you go the wrong way in time…in the wrong direction? You could end up anywhere.”
“I know, I’ve thought of that. But there’s only me. I live alone in the Caymans and no one depends on me for anything. I suppose I would look at it as an unexpected adventure.”
“I know the feeling,” Megan murmured.
“In fact, when we went to Taunton the other day, I was thinking how good it would be to go back to Norman times,” he said. “But Alice warned me not to experiment.”
“Don’t confuse me. Just take me back home.” Megan took a single step towards the stone but David pulled her back.
“No wait. We’ll go together.”
Securing his guitar firmly on his shoulder, David led her to the middle stone. They were close enough that the warmth of the stone heated her skin and an almost imperceptible humming filled the air. He turned and took her face between his hands.
“Don’t touch the stone or lean against it until I say so. Okay?”
Megan nodded as she looked up into his dark eyes and his breath warmed her lips.
She stretched up on her toes and lightly brushed her lips against his.
