While Stella and Becky walked merrily through the streets of Huntley, having just had their fun with the hapless Kevin, back in London Jenna slammed the receiver of her uncle’s landline back into its cradle and slumped back onto the armchair behind her.
It was the third time since returning home from work that she had attempted to phone the Huntley police station and the third time she had chickened out before the phone started ringing.
Jenna stared at the inanimate object on the table next to her. In keeping with her uncle’s eccentricity, it was an old-fashioned tan and brown retro phone from the seventies with a dial on its face. Jenna had managed to find it for him on eBay. She had actually bought it as a joke, but when she"d seen how her uncle’s eyes lit up upon seeing it, she hadn"t
