Jackie is up to something. Warwick knows this for certain. He overheard her on the phone.
When he witnesses a man being beaten in a local park Warwick is forced to consider if the attack is actually a warning for him and not for the hapless victim. After all, the attacker did use his name, didn’t he? “Let that be a warning to you, Warwick,” that’s what he heard, wasn’t it?
One of Jackie’s old flames has befriended him, but still Warwick can’t bring himself to suspect her. Instead, he looks further afield to feed his ever-hungry paranoia and his dread of kidnap. Are those two men following him? Or is his own mind a more potent danger?
It is not until the couple flee chilly Edinburgh and meet up with an old mate of Warwick’s in the Caribbean that Jackie’s secret comes out.