Greece was exactly as she had left it. It was still summer on the Corinthian coast, autumn would take its time to arrive.

Jayne was not staying in the hillside villa this time. She had briefly considered it, but it was aimed at holiday rentals for larger groups and was rather out of the way. Instead she found a tiny house in the town, the Villa Kallina, located through a labyrinth of narrow streets. She struggled to remember landmarks along the route, she knew it would be very difficult to find her way back after dark.

"Turn at the lemon tree, second street on the left, right after the niche with flowers, round the house with blue shutters, then left again," she memorised.

The house was divided into two sections, and Jayne had the lower rooms. The kitchen was a cool, cellar-li...

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