Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
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- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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‘You’re not worried, are you?’ Camile asked.
‘No.’
‘Good. Well, hopefully Chris’s repair work has done the trick. It was nice of him to give up his Saturday to fix it. He’s a good guy. Someone you can trust.’
‘Yes,’ Jan said, while thinking, if he’s that wonderful, why did you two separate?
‘Thanks for all you’re doing,’ Camile said. ‘I don’t know what I would have done without you. Tinder can’t be left in kennels. I’ve tried, but he pines so badly he stops eating. I’m very grateful to you.’
‘You’re welcome,’ Jan said.
Camile wound up the conversation. Coward, Jan scolded herself. It would be even more difficult now to give notice when the time came. Doubtless Chris had told her she was anxious and imagining all sorts of ridiculous things. Without proof it was just that – ridiculous. Jan needed concrete evidence and then she’d give notice. The ball of twine and muddy footprints on the car hadn’t convinced Ruby – rightly so. She’d had to hear them before she’d believed her. What Jan needed was a photograph, or better still a video clip. But how to get that? They were fast, and as soon as they saw her they bolted.
Suddenly a noise came from outside. Tinder shot off the sofa and ran to the back door, barking. Surely they weren’t here already? It was barely dark. Could this be the opportunity she needed to get a picture? Grabbing her phone and with her heart racing, Jan rushed to the back door and opened it. But there was nothing there. No movement. No shadow in the dark. Tinder ran to the bottom of the garden but couldn’t get out. Chris’s repair work must still be in place. ‘Come on,’ she called him. ‘Tinder!’ The night was cold and she wanted to close the door.
He came out of the hedge and trotted up the lawn towards her. ‘Good boy,’ she said as he came in.
She was about to close the door when suddenly she heard a woman’s voice cry out in the woods. ‘No. Stop!’
Jan froze. Someone was out there in the woods at night. A woman. She sounded as though she was in trouble. ‘Who’s there?’ Jan called into the dark. There was no reply. Not a sound. She waited a moment longer, closed the back door, then pressed 999 on her mobile for the emergency services.
‘Police,’ she said, as the call handler asked her which service.
‘Putting you through now.’
‘I live in Ivy Cottage. Wood Lane. It backs onto Coleshaw Woods,’ Jan began as soon as she was connected. ‘I’ve just heard a woman shout in the woods. She sounded as though she was in trouble. Please hurry. I’m sure she’s in danger and could be hurt.’