Frozen Angel by Lisa Worrall
Joe parked the car in the shade of an oak tree and turned off the engine. He glanced up at the cloudless, blue sky through his sun roof and smiled wistfully. It was the kind of summer day that you longed for when you were planning to spend it outside.
He climbed out of his old battered Renault and stretched, feeling his muscles complain and his back crack as his vertebrae realigned. The muscles across his shoulders were tense and sore with the effort of keeping his ancient car from pulling to the right on the two hour journey from his home in Essex to Finedon, Northamptonshire. Looking at the austere building in front of him, he smiled. Malc had been right, it was perfect, which was mildly surprising. He’d half expected to drive for two hours and then find h
