Out in the Cold
Chapter One
After completing his stretches, Kane Wimborne grabbed his keys and left the house, locked the door behind him and pocketed the keys. He jogged down the driveway before pausing at a keypad to punch in the code that would open the gates and allow him off the property.
He’d barely got through the gates when he saw something that made him stop dead. A human-shaped bundle was lying next to the wall on his left. Instinctively, his hand went to his pocket. Yes, he could phone for help if it was needed.
Cautiously, he approached the shape, with many possibilities running through his head. It could be a homeless person or a drunk who had simply been looking for a sheltered place to sleep. It could be someone who was injured. Or he could be about to step onto a crime
