The full moon was hidden behind a dappled layer of altocumulus, but there was enough light to see by filtering through the cloud. A fitful breeze hissed in the leafless hedges as Alice and Simon, on horseback, rode through the maze of lanes that criss-crossed the rural parish.
"We should start at your place," he remarked. "Then work outwards from there. Toby might still be in the house."
"What will we do if he isn"t?" she asked anxiously.
"If Ingrid"s right, and this Ghost Boy"s after revenge, there"ll be signs," he replied, grimly. "She gave us fairly clear hints of his modus operandi."
modus operandiHe turned his horse on to a narrow lane, hardly more than a cart track. She lost her sense of direction immediately.
"How does anyone remember where they are down here?" she asked in con
