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Salmon locked his car, went up to the gate and stared at the path that led to Helen’s door. The house seemed quiet and he guessed that was a good thing. He walked towards the door and the security light came on before he had taken two paces.
When he got close, he saw the note pinned to the door. A little buzz of apprehension ran through him. A whole host of thoughts, most of them bad, came into his mind even before he had read the words. He looked around, a curious prickling sensation playing around the nape of his neck and he felt as if eyes were boring into him. But there was no one. He took the note and read it.
It was Helen’s handwriting.
‘Peter, I’m sorry, but Fearn woke up and went crazy. I tried to calm him, but he was like a wild animal, saying he was going to kill ‘him’. He
