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- Dedication
- ONE
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- FIVE
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- THIRTEEN
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- FIFTEEN
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- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SIX
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- THIRTY-SIX
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- SIXTY
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- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
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- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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Someone was out there, watching her. Perhaps it was time to pack and leave the cottage. She’d have to give Camile notice so she could make alternative arrangements for Tinder. Or should she call DC Matt Davis? But what would she say? That she’d found a ball of twine in the woods that had come from the shed and someone had left it on her doorstep? Surely that would be called wasting police time, and goodness knows what Matt would think of her!
What she needed was someone to talk to, Jan thought, someone who knew her well and could be relied upon to give her an honest opinion and sound advice. Ruby. She’d already offered to stay for Christmas, but Jan couldn’t wait that long. Christmas was still weeks away. She needed to speak to her now.
A couple of rings and then, ‘Hi, Jan. Lovely to hear from you.’
‘And you. Can you talk?’
‘For a bit. Why? What’s the matter? You sound uptight.’
‘I am,’ Jan immediately confessed. ‘Ruby, there’s stuff going on here at the cottage I don’t understand. Weird stuff I need to tell you about and get your opinion on.’
‘Are you in some kind of danger?’ Ruby asked, worried.
‘I honestly don’t know.’
‘That doesn’t sound like you, Jan. I’ve only got a few minutes now. How about I come over and visit you tomorrow? I’ve already booked a couple of days off work.’
‘Oh, would you? That would be fantastic.’
‘Sure. I’ll drive up first thing in the morning and then come back on Saturday.’
‘Lovely. Thank you so much.’
‘You’ll be OK until then?’
‘Yes.’
‘See you around midday tomorrow.’
‘Thank you.’
As they ended the call, Jan’s phone bleeped with a text message. It was from Camile. Everything OK at the cottage?
Too much of a coincidence, Jan thought. Doubtless Chris had said something to her.
Yes, thanks, she replied.
TWENTY-NINE
Despite telling Ruby she’d be OK until the following day, Jan hardly slept a wink that night. Every noise suggested someone was outside trying to break in or were already in the cottage and coming to get her. The wind didn’t help. She kept her phone in her hand, ready to call for help if necessary, and left the hall and landing lights on. Eventually she brought Tinder up to sleep on her bed.
Then at 2 a.m., when she was still wide awake, the lights suddenly went out. Panic gripped her until she realized that leaving all the lights on had drained the meter. She didn’t dare get out of bed now and go downstairs in the dark to feed the meter, so she pulled the bed covers up over her head and waited for morning.