EpilogueThe black saloon pulled up outside the house. January was heading into February, as a western wind blew across the Cornish coast. Rick climbed out of the car, the wind ruffling his sandy hair. Marlies climbed out the other side, closing the door as she too was buffeted by the cold wind. She pulled her long brown coat tight, tying the sash around the waist as she walked up the driveway holding her boyfriend's hand. They rang the bell, standing there for a minute as a light rain started to fall. Frustrated, Rick walked around the side of the house, walking up the driveway towards the car port and garage. He looked through the window, seeing an empty kitchen. No signs of life could be seen. He placed his hands to the window, peering in. It looked orderly. Nothing seemed out of place i
