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- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
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- FIVE
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
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- THIRTEEN
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- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
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- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
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- SIXTY
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- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
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‘Through the hole in the hedge at the bottom of the garden. But tonight …’ she stopped. It seemed ridiculous to try to describe what she’d seen scramble over the side gate. Chris was a regular down-to-earth type of guy. Someone who could happily walk along Wood Lane at night and not get spooked.
‘Yes?’ he encouraged, looking at her carefully.
‘I’m worried they might get indoors,’ Jan said. ‘One got very close tonight.’
‘And you don’t know what they are?’
She shook her head.
‘Would you like me to board up the hole in the hedge?’ Chris offered. ‘I’m free tomorrow morning. There’s bound to be some wood in the shed here I can use. If not, I’m sure I’ve got something that will do in my garage.’
Jan suddenly felt very silly. Of course the obvious solution was to block the hole.
‘And Camile won’t mind?’ she checked.
‘No, why should she?’ Chris said. ‘Not if it’s causing you a problem.’
He’d clearly forgotten his text telling her she should ask Camile first before she changed anything in the cottage. Jan wasn’t going to remind him now.
‘I’m sure I can do it,’ she said. ‘The shed is full of bits of wood.’
‘OK, but if you want some help, give me a ring.’
‘I will. Thanks.’
Chris emptied his glass.
‘Would you like a refill?’ she offered.
‘No, I should be going now.’
He stood and she saw him to the door where he unhooked his coat from the hall stand and slipped it on.
‘Thanks again for finding Tinder. Do you want to take my car to get home?’ Jan offered.
‘I’d better not. A large whisky on top of all the beer. It would be my luck to be stopped by the police.’
‘There are police in the village?’ she asked. ‘I thought the old police house was empty.’ She’d seen it when she’d walked through the village exploring.
‘It is empty, but a patrol car from Coleshaw comes through every so often. You can never be sure when.’ Which Jan found quite reassuring. ‘Night then,’ Chris said, opening the door. ‘Thanks for the drink. Give me a ring if you want any help tomorrow.’
‘I will. Thanks again for returning Tinder.’
She watched Chris go down the short garden path and then right onto the lane that led to the village. He glanced back and gave a little wave before he disappeared from view. Rather him than me, Jan thought, walking alone at night, and she quickly closed and locked the door.
TEN
Emma was worried about whether she was doing the right thing as she let herself into her parents’ home while calling, ‘Mum, it’s me!’ Her father would be out at work. She’d purposely chosen a weekday for that reason.