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Loggerheads
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The Loggerheads sign was rattling in the wind as Sian pulled over the car. She’d taken Elvis to the park and watched as he ran around inside an enclosure. It wasn’t exactly taking him for a walk, but it was a start and it would have to do until the cast came off. She got out of the car and opened the door for him; he was so well trained, trotting out and straight over to the front door where he sat and waited for her. ‘Good boy,’ she told him, digging into her pockets for the keys and limping to the door after him.
As soon as she walked in, Sian knew something wasn’t right. She could feel it; whether it was a scent in the air or the tiniest of sounds coming from another room, her intuition was sparking. She thought about taking her dog and making a run for i
