"...Not the kind of thing they cover on page six." Another little prickle of ill-ease. I'm pretty sure he's dead.

Neal can't imagine for a moment that Malcolm would be the one to do it. Ainsley, he's less sure about. But how can he possibly know? There could have been a half-dozen more people there she doesn't remember. He's not going to draw that heavy a conclusion about someone without evidence. He's been there too often himself.

He goes about prepping the omelettes, glancing her way again. "You got taken right in the middle of that? I thought where Malcolm got kidnapped from was bad."

At least now Malcolm had confirmation of Martin's survival.