Chapter 2As soon as the car rolled out of the yard, George rushed through the house. He stopped a few seconds by the light switch and flicked it up and down at a rapid pace, hoping June would see it.
Then he ran out the back door, took the stairs up the hill two steps at a time, and then jogged down the slope they’d dug out of the stony ground, and in through the door on his side of the hidden garden.
“What the heck are you doing with the lights?”
He jumped at June’s voice. “Run!”
June looked up at him, her hazel eyes widening. “What’s going on?”
“New controller. He’s traveling the round to prepare for Thursday, inspected my barn, and wanted to see my hens.”
“Shit.” What little color she had on her cheeks drained away. “s**t, the hens are out. The roosters—”
“I know. One cockerel ca
