Mike threaded his Jeep past the ‘Trellen Welcomes Careful Drivers’ sign at ten to seven that Sunday evening. The sun had begun its slow and gradual descent into the westerly horizon and orange tendrils of light were starting to trace their way through the deep blue of the sky, soon a magnificent fiery sunset would be issuing the last rights on the day.
Mike lifted off the accelerator, slowing the Jeep so as to take in as much of the village as possible. He passed the decaying roadside shrine that marked the spot where Winns Estate Agent, Karl Banks’ life had been suddenly and horrifically cut short in a head-on collision some two years ago. Then at no more than twenty miles an hour, on past six driveways, none of the houses they served visible to him from the road.
He knew from Google Ma
