Platt and the others arrived at the Freeman residence at around two-thirty. The drive there had been silent, less for the sound from the car’s radio. The local radio station had played back-to-back music for the last half hour, with only a quick break for the news.
Platt had told Summers to park on the street, leaving the driveway free. He wanted to use the time it took to walk the long driveway to think.
As the three exited the car, Summers noticed an eerie silence hung in the air. Platt just stood for a moment, leaning on his open door. He was thinking… planning. The others knew better than to disturb him.
‘Right then,’ Platt said, closing his door and pulling his overcoat tightly around him. Summers and Elford followed on next to Platt, the sound of the gravel driveway crunching unde
