14
Slim didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning as images of knives flashing out of the dark kept him waking up through the early hours.
After saying good morning to Mrs. Greyson, he walked up the road to the end of the village, then up a winding lane to a hilltop with a view across Penleven. There he was able to pick up a faint mobile phone signal.
After a couple of minutes his phone buzzed, updating with a missed call from Kay. Slim called back.
‘Kay. What do you have for me?’
‘I won’t ask what you’re mixed up in this time, Slim.’
‘Was there a message on the paper?’
‘Yes.’ Kay cleared his throat. ‘“Charlotte, your time is forever. I will wait for you, always.” There’s a second line too, but it’s nearly illegible. In fact, I’m not sure it’s anything at all. There are a series of das
