“YOU’RE SURE IT WAS Max Klein?”
Heathcliffe glanced away from the bloody window-frame and looked at his brother. “I only caught a glimpse, but it sure looked like him.”
Godric nodded. “Well, it looks like you managed to damage him, hopefully it will slow him down.”
Clovis walked into the room, his expression fierce. “He got away. It looks like he hid his truck in that copse of evergreens alongside the driveway. We chased him toward Ashton but, there’s a railway tunnel a few miles out of town and we lost him there. Parkins thinks he went off-road on the other side and waited for us to pass, then doubled back.”
“Crud!” Heathcliffe smashed his hand into the wall next to the window. “How are we gonna find her now?”
They stood in silence for a minute, thinking.
Clovis snapped his fingers.
