Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- 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
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
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- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- 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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Chris closed her car door. Jan started the engine and slowly pulled away. As she bumped over the uneven road surface, she glanced in the rear-view mirror. Chris was standing in the middle of the lane watching her, a lone figure silhouetted against the night sky. But as she looked, she saw two small figures emerge from the woods and stand either side of him. He held their hands. Guilt enveloped Jan. She’d let Chris and Camile believe their secret was safe with her, but it wasn’t. Far from it. Last night she’d given the registration number of Anne’s van to the police. How long would it be before they traced her and found out what she was doing? She’d never forgive herself if she was the one who led to them being discovered.
Once out of sight of Ivy Cottage, Jan pulled over. Sick with fear that it was probably already too late, she took her phone from her handbag and called Coleshaw Police Station.
SIXTY-TWO
‘It’s Jan Hamlin. I used to be the tenant in Ivy Cottage,’ she said. ‘I phoned last night and reported a prowler in Coleshaw Woods behind the cottage.’
‘Yes, I remember,’ the officer said. ‘I took your call. I was on duty last night. How can I help you?’
‘I made a mistake. I gave you the registration number of a van I thought I’d seen leaving the woods, but I was wrong.’
‘No, I think it checked out.’
‘Surely not? It was a mistake.’ Her stomach churned.
‘I’m certain the matter’s been dealt with, but if you’d like to hold the line I’ll find out.’
‘Yes, please.’
Tears stung her eyes and panic gripped her. Please let him be wrong, she thought. What was she going to do if the matter had been ‘dealt with’? Say nothing and continue home or return and alert Chris and Camile? Was there still time for Anne to escape with the children? She doubted it.
Sitting there with the full moon shimmering through the trees, she could picture those strange children being captured like animals as Anne tried to protect them. Then what? A media circus, a secure hospital to be tested, analysed and experimented on. And it was all her fault.
‘Hello,’ the duty officer said, coming back on the line. ‘You were right. The lady who owned the van was traced and she has been spoken to.’
‘Spoken to? Why?’ Jan gasped. ‘I was wrong.’
‘No, you weren’t. She owns dangerous dogs and hasn’t been keeping them under proper control. That’s what’s been getting onto your property.’
‘Oh, I see, she keeps dogs?’ Jan repeated, hardly daring to believe.