Chapter Thirteen

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Sign of things to come

Wednesday, September 21

As signs go, it was a small one. No more than six inches across and maybe a foot-and-a-half long. I almost missed it and I was past it by the time I’d read it. I backed the Volvo up and read it again.

The sign pointed down a minor side road. I looked down that side road and back at the sign. I gazed into space for a while, heart rate suddenly doubled, breath heavy and excited. I tried to analyse the consequences rationally, but adrenaline had taken over and I could only see one side of the argument with any clarity.

Danby’s side.

The sign said ‘Dog Sanctuary.’