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Gwilym Lloyd stepped out of the house in wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold kaufen Fforest a little after six in the morning. There was dew on the ground, a fox was barking, and a group of twenty were looking at maps in the lights of a police Land Rover.
Gwilym put his coat in the car. Then he crossed the road and went up to a man he knew. It was Pennant Hughes, a hotel manager.
'What's happening?' he said.
'Nothing,' said Hughes, 'this is just another search. I hear they've got dogs further up.'
A man turned round; he was wearing a headlamp. He glanced at Gwilym, and then glanced away.
'Then they must have found something of hers,' said Gwilym.
'The trousers,' said Hughes. 'Aren't you with us today?'
'I'm collecting my daughter,' said Gwilym.
'It's all secret,' said Hughes; 'they don't tell us anything. I suppose even I'm a suspect.'
'I've got to go; I'll see you later.' He pressed his shoulder, and went back to the car. He drove past the search party and the Land Rover slowly.
He came out of the forest road onto the A5, and turned left towards Betws y Coed. He crossed the Conwy river, and took the road through Llanrwst. When he joined the express-way, the estuary and the castle were away to his left. The sun was rising over Clwyd.
He was collecting his daughter at Heathrow airport, off the plane from San Francisco. Ffion had been au pairing all summer with a couple called the Stracinskys. Two days ago she had telephoned in distress from a hotel. The Stracinskys' marriage was over, and they had no more use for Ffion. The phone call had been brief; they did not know the details. What they did know was that Ffion had slept with Ted Stracinsky.
Gwilym had been helping the search parties.
Amy Jessop had gone missing two days before the phone call. The Jessops were from Liverpool, and were staying in a caravan in Fforest. Amy had left the caravan park at six o'clock in the evening, and told a friend she was going to the Shuttle Falls to watch the sunset. She was eleven years old. At ten o'clock her parents had reported her missing.
The next day her trousers were found in the forest. Police and local people had started a search. Like the others Gwilym had set out at dawn, spent the day calling her name, and gone Home at dusk to eat a meal with Marion. Neither had given the other much news.
