Alerted by the sound of the alarm, triggered by a vehicle passing through the entrance of the driveway leading up to the farm buildings, Jordan York looked up from his morning tea to check the screen of the security system monitor. The image on the display showed a police patrol car approaching the house.
‘Robbie! Get Tessa and the kids into the cellar, and tell her to keep them quiet!’
Jordan waited for Tessa and the girls to disappear down the steps into the cellar. ‘Lock the door, mate. We don’t want any surprises.’
‘What’s up?’ said Robbie.
‘Couple of cops coming up the driveway. Come on, let’s find out what they want. Let me do the talking.’
By the time they’d walked out into the yard, the patrol car had come to a stop behind Jordan’s Toyota and two young constables were getting
