He stood in petrified silence and listened as the sound of the horrendous howl receded across the top of the moors.

“Please help me…” begged Francesca.

Crowthorne heard her pleading but couldn’t move, his legs felt like jelly. He remained motionless and stared intently at the door behind her.

Please, Inspector…”

The second call for help shook Crowthorne into action; he ran forwards, grabbed the distraught woman and yanked her to her feet.

“Come on,” he said pulling her towards the police car, “let’s get you out of here.”  He looked up and saw the driver staring at him.

Cooper get over here!” he shouted.

The driver didn’t move.

Intent on dragging the stricken woman, Crowthorne didn’t notice at first, but when he looked he was stunned to see that the driver hadn’t moved.

Cooper, get your arse over here now!” he shouted.

With an enormous bang, a door slammed behind him.

Francesca turned, looked back across the farmyard and said, “Oh God, no…”

Crowthorne  could feel his heart hammering; he stared steadfastly at Cooper as he approached the police car but just knew that something bad was going to happen.

Suddenly, Cooper’s eyes widened with fear and he involuntarily shifted backwards in his seat.


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