He knew she was the one the minute he saw her. He had driven past on the opposite side of the road and spotted her standing by the bus stop in the pouring rain. He drove past again, gave her a cursory glance then, turning at the next island, approached her. He stopped alongside, wound down the window and spoke. “Sorry to bother you but I’m a little lost. Do you know the way to the M3?” She hesitated then stepped forward. He could see that she was about 18, frail but pretty all the same. “If you carry on down this road to the next island and then turn left, it’s about 4 miles that way. You can’t miss it. You’ll see the…