Her knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so hard with anger, she watched him disappear inside an old barn. The image of Helen's body flashed into her mind and lingered. She knew she couldn't just sit back and let him kill this thing. She had to be there to watch.
She was standing on the cool hard tarmac before she even thought about what she was doing, a fearful doubt creeping into her mind that maybe she should stay inside the Land rover where she might be safe. The memory of Helen's murder squashed those doubts in an instant.
Approaching the porch, Louise reached for the door handle and turned it.
The door opened easily.
Glancing back to shout for Bruce, she realised he hadn't come out of the barn. She stopped herself from calling out to him, afraid to raise her vo
