“I don’t suppose you have any idea where the English guy is?”
Elizabeth looked pleadingly at Brigid as she asked the question. It was late, and she was getting tired, but more than anything she wanted her phone back so she could call Sawyer and tell him about Connie.
“His name is Dave. And I have no idea - I haven’t seen him all day. He wasn’t even around at lunch.”
“I just want my damned phone back. Connie left half an hour ago, what difference does it make if I use it now?”
Brigid shrugged.
“I’m not in charge of this stuff. If you want me to try and find him I can, but he is only going to laugh and tell me to piss off, or call me a bloody wanker or something else stupid and British sounding.”
“Weren’t we meant to leave when she did?”
“She had a whole list of conditions for working
