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I don’t suppose we are He sighed mentally I’ll be at the keep in a few hours, so let e

I wondered just how in the hell I was supposed to e that when I couldn’t contact him by Voice and he wasn’t exactly on speed dial He seemed to realize that, however, and rattled off a phone nu that I did need to knoell though

How is Lucy?

Corrigan ht not be at the keep yet, but I had no doubt that Staines was keeping hi to Trevathorn to ood

Pain was reflected in his Voice and, for a moment, he seeer and then broke off the contact I kicked the log, hard, and cried out, feeling the sharp pain in my foot briefly overtake me Then it faded and I was more alone on the beach than I’d ever been before

I eventually entered Trevathorn via a small cobbled side street that led fro beside the square at the Hanging Bull This didn’t look good

I strode up with purpose, figuring that if so it to the entire village Secrets didn’t stay quiet for long in any s example of how to put a rumour mill to perfect use In fact, I’d heard the barht unaware in the woods and had to answer a call of nature, then everyone would know about it before you even h, as the local ‘cult’, the pack wasn’t exactly a real member of the community, there was still a part ofsoossip about you The only thing worse than being talked about was not being talked about

As I got closer to the clump of humans, I realised that they seemed to have for the talking So perhaps there was just one witness then That would ly toenails easier to discount at least My money was on Mrs Arkbuckle, the local postmistress If there was a story to be told, then she would be the person most likely to know it She was the human version of Betsy I’d heard a scandalous ru looking envelopes that came her way, in order to know asI think e of e and official business matters Smoke doesn’t always equal fire And that hat I’d have to ht now

Unfortunately my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach when I saw that it wasn’t Mrs Arbuckle at all In the centre of the circle was a ca a black video ca aa curved row of even white teeth Shit, shit, shit I stepped closer to hear what she was saying

"Are we ready?" She tapped her earpiece, and cocked her head quizzically

The ca at the woman dra the her down before she could say anything to the world at large I doubted that would helpmyself a fels in return

"Good afternoon, Martin" Her voice had modulated itself into an alazed into the caured that the invisible Martin must be the anchor ‘back in the studio’ "I a on the recent wave of seis for cover There were several s around 2 on the Richter scale, and large enough to send roof tiles crashing into the quiet cobbled streets and vases tu to the floor from atop mantelpieces"

I immediately relaxed Oh, the drama of a little quake It was hardly on a par with the San Andreas fault, but I supposed the treh to warrant a mention in the remarkably unturbulent British Isles And no doubt, the appearance of this ue proht catch themselves on television, lued to the action here, instead of realising that the real dra just half a , I supposed, and at least there was one less thing to worry about<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>