threatened to cut my tongue out!’
Everything fell into place now. The two murdered young people must have known something they had to have. Perhaps they were both in the monastery, either as guards or slaves… Shit!
She gasped. ‘He’s part of a clean-up crew.’
And that’s the reason why that bastard came after me, she told herself, glancing quickly into the rear view mirror.
All clear.
Thank God.
He was going to kill me!
She was heading for Holy Island for two reasons. One was that, a good while back, one night when they had been alone and waiting for Mike to come home from work, Aunt May had told her to, if for whatever reason she found herself in grave difficulty. At the time she had never revealed why, she’d just given her a secretive look and a knowing nod that Kristina hadn’t been able to fathom out. With a smile and a shrug, she’d promised to do that just to please her - then had forgotten all about it until now.
Two - quite simply, she was now in really deep shit and actually had nowhere else to go. Well, nowhere that she could think of that was safe. It seemed as if these people Cox had told her about even had their moles on the main switchboards of most of the police forces in England. Otherwise, how come the sirens, when she’d demanded total silence?
She glanced quickly in the mirror again. Still nothing behind her and, she heaved a sigh, nothing in front of her only emptiness. Not long now before she reached the turn off, only a matter of minutes. The sooner she was off this open road the better. She would feel much calmer when she was safely on the island. In the morning she’d contact her superior, see what he had to say.
Anyhow, I’m probably worrying for nothing.
‘Jesus.’ She thumped the steering wheel. ‘I’ve gone and panicked for nothing jumping to conclusions and now they’ll be worrying about me. The switchboard mustn’t have passed the message on, that’s all, and with everything Cox said, I’ve got the whole police force in the nod with the families. Shit!’
She stared at the dark road in front of her, thinking, but still it’s all very suspicious.
No, it’s me. I’ve added one and one and come up with three.
She saw the car’s headlights coming towards her as it rose over a sudden dip in the road and panicked again.
Please don’t let it be them, she thought, gritting her teeth, as her heartbeat started to race.
Please not now.
Not when I’m so close to the Island.
But thankfully the car sped past her, doing well over the speed limit, and she heaved a sigh of relief. A few minutes later the sign for Holy island appeared. Taking a deep breath, and thanking God she’d made it this far, she slowed down to turn left when she spotted a car coming up behind her in the rear view mirror.
‘Friggin' hell!’ she muttered.
The car passed her as she took the turning and, once more thanking God, she sped quickly through the village of Beal and was soon approaching the causeway.
Her heart sank. Was that water covering the ground in front of her?‘Only one way to find out.’ Stopping the car, she jumped out.
‘Oh God, please, no, don’t let it be flooded!’ She moved forward, and her heart reached her feet. Bitterly disappointed, she stared at the water. The causeway was covered.
How deep though?
Please let it be passable.
Hesitatingly, she slipped her shoe off and put her right foot in. ‘Not even ankle deep,’ she muttered, watching the water swirl over her toes. Breathing a sigh of relief, and deciding to risk it, she quickly shook the sea water off her foot and put her shoe back on, then got back into the car.
Knowing she didn’t have much time, because the causeway was very long, and the North Sea very unforgiving of fools who took chances, she started the car.
At first the car rolled along smoothly and she felt no resistance, so she slightly increased her speed, staring all the time at the rising water. People had been trapped before by
Everything fell into place now. The two murdered young people must have known something they had to have. Perhaps they were both in the monastery, either as guards or slaves… Shit!
She gasped. ‘He’s part of a clean-up crew.’
And that’s the reason why that bastard came after me, she told herself, glancing quickly into the rear view mirror.
All clear.
Thank God.
He was going to kill me!
She was heading for Holy Island for two reasons. One was that, a good while back, one night when they had been alone and waiting for Mike to come home from work, Aunt May had told her to, if for whatever reason she found herself in grave difficulty. At the time she had never revealed why, she’d just given her a secretive look and a knowing nod that Kristina hadn’t been able to fathom out. With a smile and a shrug, she’d promised to do that just to please her - then had forgotten all about it until now.
Two - quite simply, she was now in really deep shit and actually had nowhere else to go. Well, nowhere that she could think of that was safe. It seemed as if these people Cox had told her about even had their moles on the main switchboards of most of the police forces in England. Otherwise, how come the sirens, when she’d demanded total silence?
She glanced quickly in the mirror again. Still nothing behind her and, she heaved a sigh, nothing in front of her only emptiness. Not long now before she reached the turn off, only a matter of minutes. The sooner she was off this open road the better. She would feel much calmer when she was safely on the island. In the morning she’d contact her superior, see what he had to say.
Anyhow, I’m probably worrying for nothing.
‘Jesus.’ She thumped the steering wheel. ‘I’ve gone and panicked for nothing jumping to conclusions and now they’ll be worrying about me. The switchboard mustn’t have passed the message on, that’s all, and with everything Cox said, I’ve got the whole police force in the nod with the families. Shit!’
She stared at the dark road in front of her, thinking, but still it’s all very suspicious.
No, it’s me. I’ve added one and one and come up with three.
She saw the car’s headlights coming towards her as it rose over a sudden dip in the road and panicked again.
Please don’t let it be them, she thought, gritting her teeth, as her heartbeat started to race.
Please not now.
Not when I’m so close to the Island.
But thankfully the car sped past her, doing well over the speed limit, and she heaved a sigh of relief. A few minutes later the sign for Holy island appeared. Taking a deep breath, and thanking God she’d made it this far, she slowed down to turn left when she spotted a car coming up behind her in the rear view mirror.
‘Friggin' hell!’ she muttered.
The car passed her as she took the turning and, once more thanking God, she sped quickly through the village of Beal and was soon approaching the causeway.
Her heart sank. Was that water covering the ground in front of her?‘Only one way to find out.’ Stopping the car, she jumped out.
‘Oh God, please, no, don’t let it be flooded!’ She moved forward, and her heart reached her feet. Bitterly disappointed, she stared at the water. The causeway was covered.
How deep though?
Please let it be passable.
Hesitatingly, she slipped her shoe off and put her right foot in. ‘Not even ankle deep,’ she muttered, watching the water swirl over her toes. Breathing a sigh of relief, and deciding to risk it, she quickly shook the sea water off her foot and put her shoe back on, then got back into the car.
Knowing she didn’t have much time, because the causeway was very long, and the North Sea very unforgiving of fools who took chances, she started the car.
At first the car rolled along smoothly and she felt no resistance, so she slightly increased her speed, staring all the time at the rising water. People had been trapped before by
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