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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Eleven
CHAPTER ELEVEN The gathering of old people around the vicarage porch gradually began to disperse. Endleberry smiled, patting each person on the shoulder as they left, taking their hands warmly in his. The weekly coffee morning dispensed with, he turned to go inside, catching as he did so, a glimpse of a figure crossing the street.
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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Ten
She'd heard the sound of thunder as she'd left the village store, but that wasn't surprising, because the nice weather of the summer day had been spoilt by an increasing dampness. She'd felt the depressing closeness of the evening air and aware of the tightness in her chest, feared she might have an asthma attack.
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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Nine
CHAPTER NINE McPherson watched the forensic team leave the house with the tiny content of his find carefully sealed in a transparent bag. Overhead, crows were gathered on the telephone lines, which ran above the drove on either bank. Their silence, in contrast to the wind whistling sharply through them, and the stark backdrop of the dark old house behind brought to mind scenes from the old Hitchcock movie. It struck him, how a simple scene could appear so sinister.
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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT 'Forensic are on their way,' McPherson said, replacing his mobile in his coat pocket. He glanced back at Darren, who was cautiously negotiating the makeshift bridge over the dyke. 'This is the first real lead we've had,' then observing the man's bewilderment, he added, 'you see, the missing child was wearing white ankle socks on the day of her disappearance. Your stumbling over the mattress could just lead to the breakthrough we need. Now show me where you think the rock that hit your vehicle was thrown from, and then I'll leave you to check out your property.'
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