The terminal image changed from a rotating image to that of an attractive young woman. Within seconds, the image said “I have two possible Hunt’s in the database. Please select the one you wish.”
The uppermost image was one of a middle-aged man, who looked nothing like Will. The one below it, however, was an image of a man who looked almost identical to Will, although he had slicked-back hair and a moustache. His name was shown as Bill Hunt.
“Oh my God” exclaimed Kat “He looks like your brother.”
“My brother has very short hair and is clean shaven but I know what you mean. Any chance of calling him and seeing if he would be willing to see me? I suggest somewhere fairly public, such as a café or bar.”
“Helen, please contact Bill Hunt” said Kat.
A few seconds later, the call was answered by a woman who looked, to Will, a lot like Becky Williams “Hello. Can I help you?”
“Is it possible to speak to Bill, please?” replied Will.
As the woman looked closely at Will, she looked visibly surprised “Who ARE you?”
“My name’s Will Hunt and what I would like to discuss with Bill would be better face to face.”
“He’s in the kitchen. I’ll call him” she replied, still looking bemused by Will’s appearance.
A few seconds later, Bill came into view “Hello?” he said. As he looked into Will’s face, he looked confused.
Will explained the need to meet with Bill and asked if this would be possible.
A few minutes later, they had agreed a location which Kat assured Will she would take him to. As it was a weekend, Bill wasn’t working, which meant that they would meet in two hours time.
After they had closed the connection, Kat turned to Will and informed him that she needed to shower and dress, after which they could have some breakfast, then go meet Bill and his wife. In the meantime, she had a friend who should be able to lend Will a pair of shoes he could wear until he could buy some of his own, so contacted him and asked if this would be possible.
An hour and a half later, fed, watered and wearing shoes, Will escorted Kat towards the lift that would take them to the main station concourse and their rendezvous with Bill. Despite the uncertainty, Will was feeling positive and walked with some anticipation towards the forthcoming meeting.
“Mummy, Mummy. Will’s gone” shrieked Peter into Kate’s left ear.
Blearily, she said “Whoa, slow down, dear. Say that again, slowly this time.”
“I just went into the living room and Will wasn’t there. I’ve even looked in the washroom” explained an excited Peter.
She nudged her husband, who had somehow managed to stay asleep during the brief exchange.
“Your cousin has disappeared, Billy” she informed him.
“Maybe he couldn’t sleep and went for a walk” he suggested, not being entirely sure how Will would have managed such a feat but, in his sleepy state, it made sense to him. “Better go have a look” he said, reaching out for Peter’s hand.
As they entered the living room, he realised that Peter was correct. There was no sign of Will. The duvet that he had covered him with last night was still there, still thrown over the settee as if Will was still under it — it hadn’t been thrown back when he got up. There was also a pair of naval-issue boots on the floor where they had been left by Will when he laid down on the settee.
Billy’s heart sank. He had a feeling they’d never see Will again.
About the Author
Graham M. Phillips was born in England around 60 years ago. He is married with two adult children and has lived in Cambridgeshire, England for over 30 years. He is a retired Accountant and wrote this book to prove to himself that he could do it!
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Copyright Graham M. Phillips, 2013
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