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Patrick sat quietly in the passenger seat, going through the notes Curtis had made, occasionally making little grunting sounds. Curtis kept his eyes on the road and didn’t say a word, anxious to keep Patrick’s concentration firmly on the case. They were on their way south, driving down the A-41, passing Whitchurch, on their way to Oswestry.
“Okay,” said Patrick at last, turning from the notes to watch the world passing by on the other side of the window. “You’ve got me hooked.”
“Really? So you think there might be something in this, something more than a missing persons case?”
“There’s definitely something going on. What you experienced in that old house was something not easily explained. I could be an old cynic and say it was all your imagination, but … Do you remember that case i
