Michael heaves at the door, his full body weight behind his shoulders. From beyond, screaming; Vicky"s muffled, but Harkness and Mitch are both loud and clear. She"s putting up a good fight.
But she can"t win…
Her cry, pain…
Then his, rage…
My throat tightens…
Michael smashes into the door again…
From the front, sirens, wailing in, drawing closer, growing louder…
Abruptly the adult screams and yells fall quiet…
The slam of bolts being drawn…
…the voices recede…
… A brief clatter of…
…boots on timber?
then silence, save for Vicky"s muffled shrieking…
Michael charges the door again, but reversing back out of the hall, I sprint a circle around to the back of chalet. Police are arriving in droves, cars squealing up, lights flashing blue and amber. As I round the chalet, uniforms
