At 10.45 that evening Latto and Sylvia Koning climbed the steps from the street up towards Latto's room in the Ocean View Motel. They had had dinner at Caseys, talking about films and books they liked, places they had visited, people they knew everything, thought Latto, except the last two days. It had been a lovely evening, but Latto couldn't help thinking about what Martinez had said. Martinez mu be wrong, he thought. Koning couldn't know anything about what was going on. As they reached the top of the steps, Martinez came round the corner. Seeing Sylvia Koning, he looked questioningly at Latto ih Martinez, said Latto. We've just been having dinner. He turned to Koning, taking her hand in his. "Listen, Sylvia, he said. "I'm sorry, but I've got to go and help Martinez for an hour or so. Do you want to wait here in my room and we have a drink or something when I get back? Or I could meet up with you tomorrow?' Koning looked from Latto to Martinez and back. If she felt surprise, she kept it out of her voice. She just put her arms round Latto and pulled him close. Don't be long," she said. "I'll wait here. OK. atto gave her his key. "We'll be an hour two at the most Latto and Martinez walked up to the car park, got into Martinez Jeep Grand Cherokee and drove off. They didn't