Mike pulled his Jeep into the car park at Derriford Hospital at twenty to nine that evening. He activated the electronic parking brake, killed the ignition and sat for a few moments, just enjoying not driving, enjoying not doing anything for that matter. He needed to get his s**t together before he took another step into the rabbit hole that seemed to be swallowing him. He certainly needed to get his head straight before he saw Shelly Ardell, before he spoke to someone who had actually fallen foul of the tragedy that seemed to follow that place.
Tara’s call had lasted almost the entire drive, ending only as he’d pulled in off Derriford Road and onto the hospital’s grounds. By the time she"d finished, he felt an odd mixture of both numbness and disbelief. Witches, warlocks and other dimens
