CHAPTER TEN
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THE CONSTABLE HID IN the darkness and cursed the storm. It had been raging for some time. He was cold, and the hot coffee in the thermos didn’t help much.
He had started his guard at midnight, and he had only been there for half an hour, but it felt as if hours had passed.
The dampness sank into his pores despite the thick raincoat. He lit a cigarette and hid it in his palm so the light of the embers couldn’t be seen.
He grumbled under his beard. He was extremely upset because ‘that stupid woman’ had refused a guard in the house. Now he could have been warm, like McKay, not out in the rain and wind.
A twig cracked behind him. The policeman snapped out of his distracting thoughts and listened. He looked in the direction from where the c***k came.
He took
