Young, wealthy, handsome - Adam Williams spends an evening in a bar in a small town in Florida.Nobody has seen him since.With the local police unable to trace Adam, his brother Craig and a workmate, Ben Rook, fly out to find him.However, nothing could have prepared them for the bizarre cat-and mouse game into which they are drawn as they seek to pick up Adam’s trail and discover what happened to him that night.Some extracts from ‘After the Rain’ …Craig was about to say something when Ben put his hand up to stop him, then put his finger in his ear, holding the phone in the other. After a few seconds, he hung up. Putting the phone back in his pocket, he took his beer back. ‘Well, ▪▪▪▪ me,’ he said.‘What? Who did you call?’Ben looked around while answering. ‘You remember that number that was on Adam’s phone statement? The number we didn’t recognize? Well, I realized I still had it stored after I dialled it back at the apartment.’‘And you rang it? And nobody answered.’‘I rang it, yes. And it got answered.’‘Well, who was it? What did they say?’‘Nobody said anything. But it was what I heard that struck me.’‘What did you hear?’‘I heard a lot of talking, laughing, and background music. That background music.’ Ben pointed over to the little stage. 'Whoever I called, whoever your brother called before he disappeared, is here tonight.’*******‘Where are you taking me, you bastards?’ he shouted. The only response was another fist to the stomach. He felt himself being dragged up a hillside; he tripped over some bushes and rocks on the way, and then was dragged even harder. He heard a wooden door being opened, and he was taken inside. Once inside, the sack was taken off his head. There was some light in the barn, from a small naked bulb hanging from a beam. He thought he might have a chance of seeing his abductors, but they stayed behind him. He looked around: they had taken him to a barn. Now they were standing on straw, and there were bales of hay piled up against one side of the barn. His chance to look around was short-lived, however: no sooner had the sack been taken off, and then a blindfold was tied around his head. Two of the men grabbed hold of his arms and pulled him across the barn. He thought he was being jostled to the ground, but realized he was being laid on a wooden board. His hands were still tied together behind his back; still tied together, they were wedged underneath his buttocks. He felt two hands on both his legs, firmly holding him down. Then he felt one end of the board being raised, so that his feet were maybe a foot higher than his head.‘Answer me! What’s going on?’ he yelled out. Still no answer. He could hear footsteps coming towards him and felt some kind of towel being wrapped around his head. The towel felt rough and smelt dirty and oily. Are they trying to suffocate me?He could hear more movement behind him, and a splash. Was that water? He felt water on the towel.It was then that Ben realized what was going on. His heart missed a beat as it sunk in what was happening to him. He had read about it in the newspapers, and there had been reports of it being used in Iraq, but he never thought he would be experiencing it.This was waterboarding.*****Once the headlights were switched off, all they could make out was the black outline of the car, illuminated from behind by the lamps from the main street some hundred yards away. Three figures got out of the car, and started to slowly walk towards Ben and Craig’s car. The sole figure from the Windstar did the same.‘What’s going on here?’ muttered Ben. He and Craig both opened their doors and looked out. The four figures were approaching, one from the front, three from behind. In the shadow, they could see that one of the three was carrying what seemed like a length of chain, another what seemed like a baseball bat.Ben and Craig were now out of their car, and stood waiting as the four figures approached.