As the hours passed Ray became increasingly worried. He wished he could get away to visit Pen Crags to see what Martin was up to. The thought that his colleague was there on his own made him both angry and fearful. If it had been any other day, he wouldn"t have been so concerned, but it was the start of the Samhain festival, a time of year when anything might happen. He had tried both of Martin"s phones, but as usual he wasn"t answering.
SamhainHe kept telling himself he should have tried harder to stop him from going. But even pointing a g*n at the man would have made no difference. Martin had hardly any capacity for fear. And it was this that was most worrying. He might dismiss danger signals once too often. There was nothing he could do. Martin had gone unofficially to Pen Crags in his
