Chapter SeventeenWalking slowly back to the car, Jenny could help thinking that things just weren't adding up. Mrs Cross, a complicated character, seemed capable of turning on the charm - or the tears – whenever the fancy took her. “Did you believe her?”
Mark looked up as he put the key in the door. “Mrs Cross? Why not, she seemed genuine enough.”
“But…the way she hit me, then changed to a quivering wreck…” Jenny shook her head. “I'm not convinced.”
“You seemed to be.”
“I know.” Jenny looked back towards the house. “I'm not such a bad actress myself.”
She went to open the door and suddenly froze. From out of the corner of her eye she saw it, bounding across the street, its great tail trailing behind it. Mouth open, tongue lolling out, those teeth looking huge and deadly sharp. Great t
