Page 40 of One Perfect Day in Lovely Bay
‘Alastair and his girlfriend have been involved in an accident.’
‘Doreen said it was an accident, but I didn’t want to alarm you.’
‘Alastair’s in surgery. They couldn’t get in touch with Logan. He spoke to me just before he was getting on the train. I think it might be best if I go there now and wait for his train to come in. Is that okay?’
‘Of course! Do you want me to drive you?’
‘Umm. No, I’ll scoot around there and see if Logan took his car. If not, maybe you can come and pick us up?’
‘Sure. I’ll keep checking my phone.’
‘Yep.’
‘Let me know how you get on.’
Cally grabbed her bag and jacket as she headed for the door. ‘Will do. Thanks, Birdie.’
Cally's mind turned over as she hurried towards the train station, weaving through the familiar streets of Lovely Bay. Anne had soundedawfulon the phone, and Cally’s brain struggled to process the information that Alastair had been in a plane crash. As she approached the station, she could hear the distant whistle of an approaching train. She hoped that Logan had made it and she quickened her pace, practically jogging the last few yards to the entrance.
Just as she was hustling through the station approaching the waiting room and then the ticket barrier, Nancy came out of the office, her arms full with a towering pile of box files. Nancy frowned at Cally’s face. 'Everything okay, our Cally? You don’t look at all good. What’s up?’
‘There’s been an accident.’
‘What? Where? In the chemist?’
‘No, Alastair.’
‘What up at the manor?’
‘No, he’s gone away. Long story.’
Nancy looked confused. ‘Sorry, so why are you here? Where is he? Can I help?’
‘Logan’s on the train, but his phone was out of charge because it's on the blink. I’ve been on to him to get another one but he hadn’t got around to it. Now he’s on the train, or at least I think he is and no one can get in touch with him. I presume his phone is dead.’
Nancy balanced the files and checked her phone. ‘Yeah, that’s the train from London just outside the station now. Platform two.’ She clicked a button on the gate, pulled it open, and waved Cally through. She indicated to the gate, ‘I’ll leave this one on the latch, just push it back on your way back. I hope everything’s okay.’
‘Thanks.’ Cally hurried through and made her way to the platform just as the train pulled into the station. She scanned the disembarking passengers anxiously and spied Logan right at the end of the last carriage as if he’d just made the train. She swallowed. He had his bag slung over his shoulder, his suit jacket in his hand, his tie loosened, and he looked tired after a long day.
'Logan!' Cally called out, waving to catch his attention.
Logan craned his neck at the sound of Cally’s voice, smiled, then narrowed his eyes as she got closer and he took in her expression. His smile faltered. 'What's wrong?'
Cally took a deep breath. 'There's been an accident. It's Alastair and Octavia.'
Logan's face drained of colour. 'What? What kind of accident? Are they okay?'
Cally shook her head. 'They were in a plane crash. Your mum called. Alastair's in surgery. I'm sorry, it doesn't sound good.'
Logan swore. His face looked as if the news had physically struck him. 'A plane crash? But they’ve only just left. Where are they?'
'Your mum said Alastair's been airlifted to hospital.’ Cally explained.
Logan’s eyes were wild, he nodded and fumbled for his phone. He waved it and swore. ‘It died when I got to the train.’
‘I know that’s why I’m here.’ Cally squeezed his arm. 'I don't have all the details. Did you drive here and park in the car park?’
‘Yep.’
