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
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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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Jan scrolled down the pages. There were reports about a body being found in the quarry in Coleshaw Woods two years ago. The police had struggled to identify the woman as she was a stranger to the area, but the crime had been solved. She found another article about a woman, Miss Susan Pritchard, sixty-five, who’d been walking her dog in the woods when it had chased something and disappeared. While she was trying to find it, she’d thought she’d heard a baby cry and had reported it to the police. But after an extensive search nothing had been found and it was decided it was very likely a cat she’d heard. ‘It was a strange cry for a cat,’ she was quoted as saying.
Interesting, Jan thought, but she hadn’t heard a noise like a cat. She continued down the list of articles, pausing to read anything that might be relevant and explain what she’d seen.
Half an hour later she was forced to admit that nothing remotely matching what she’d seen had been sighted in the woods. Unsure if she should feel relieved or disappointed, Jan closed the laptop, finished unpacking the groceries, fed the meter and left the bag of change beside it in the cupboard under the stairs. She made herself a coffee and took it upstairs. She needed to get a move on – DC Matt Davis would be here soon and she was seeing Chris later. But first she needed to clear up the mess Tinder had made in the spare bedroom.
She went in. He had really made the most of his time in the bedroom. Many of Camile’s boxes had at least some of their contents removed. Thankfully he hadn’t chewed much. The bootee he’d brought to her earlier was a bit mangled, and Jan now saw that some of the polythene bags on the bed containing Camile’s clothes had teeth marks. Just as well he hadn’t managed to tear them open and chew what was inside!
Setting her mug of coffee to one side, Jan knelt on the floor and began repacking, hopefully returning the items to their correct box. Tinder was exhausted after his long walk and was asleep downstairs so couldn’t do any more damage. Jan would tell Camile what had happened, apologize and reassure her it wouldn’t happen again, as she was making sure the door to the spare bedroom was kept shut at all times.