After his evening with Ray and Steve, Martin pulled on to his drive in the Astra and sat for a long time, his thoughts tumbling around like drunks on a merry-go-round. He vaguely registered that the ground floor lights were still on, although it was almost two a.m., so Abby had not yet gone to bed.
If Ray"s assumption was correct, that certain individuals in Pen Crags were adepts in obscure occult practices and had caused physical harm and even death, it was almost beyond his grasp. These people obviously considered themselves above the law, arbiters on the merest whim of life and death.
It was outrageous, and he was dismayed by his companions" attitude. They were more concerned with proving the existence of a phantom than in upholding the law. His opinion of his senior colleague hit an
