CHAPTER 11
I MET KAT in town for dinner that evening. She had a pass out as Mo was going to watch the Egypt versus Tunisia football match at a bar down the road. We found a quirky Thai place above a jewellery store and snagged a table where we could look out over the bay.
“Still no sign of Irina?” I asked, nibbling on a spring roll.
Kat had dark grey smudges under her eyes. The additional workload was clearly taking its toll.
“No, nothing. It’s as if everyone’s starting to forget her. This town has such a transient population, people are always coming and going. The newcomers have no idea she ever existed and the older residents… Well, if they don’t think about a problem, it doesn’t exist, right?”
“What else can you do?”
“Nothing. That’s what’s so frustrating. And even if there was s
