Whirlpool [antikvár]

PrologueDawn came up like a warning.Bob Newman, foreign correspondent, frowned as he drove his Mercedes 280E across the loneliness of Suffolk in February. Ploughed dark soil, crusted with frost, hemmed in the deserted road on either side. The weird light of dawn intensified his anxiety as his headlights now provided uncertain illumination. What was it his girl friend, Sandy Riverton, had said when she cali ed him in the middle of the night?'Bob, can we meet urgently? At the old church near Yoxford where we first met?'He could have sworn her teeth were chattering with fear.'Of course we can.' Stretched out in bed, he had sup-pressed a yawn. 'But why there? Is something wrong?''I can't explain over the phone. You will come? I've something I must teli you, something I should have told you before. It will help your investigation into INCU-BUS. I must go. Can you make it there just after dawn? So no one will see us?''Sandy, what is this ali about? Why that remote place -at that remote hour, for God's sake?''I can't linger. Do come, Bob. Please. I must go now. I will see you there?''Yes ' He had woken up. 'Where are you calling from?''Teli you when we meet. 'Bye 'She had rung off before he could say another word. He