You’re My Baby, Now!
The Jaguar MK 2 braked hard on the gravel drive, its wheels spurting out tiny stones in all directions.
Gerald Grey switched off the ignition, and turned to his friend.
“Well Simon, we’re here,” he announced.
Simon Croft looked out of the rain-speckled passenger window at the large red-brick building before him.
The house had originally belonged to Gina’s parents, but when a g**g of burglars generously bludgeoned them both to death for refusing to hand over the combination of their safe two years ago, the property had passed to their only child, his wife Gina.
As the spent rain drops followed a trail down the glass, Simon recalled another rainy Christmas Eve night exactly one year ago to the day.
He closed his eyes.
In his mind he saw the road ahead, awash with
