“Don"t you die in the back of this van, you b***h. You ain"t taking that pleasure away from me.”
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Mackinaw saw the black vehicle parked in the picnic pull-off and instantly knew what it was. It didn"t interfere with his ultimate plan, that just needed a little tweaking. Instead of turning right down the hill to where their two sets of parents once lived, he followed the bend of the road up the hill until he found the spot he was looking for. To the right of an old gnarled oak tree was what first appeared to be an overgrown footpath leading deep into the woodland overlooking the cultivated part of the Iverson estate, but it was no footpath. It was the once used track of tree fellers when called upon to clear fallen trees or coppice areas for future growth. He pulled off the road, eas
