Chapter EighteenMark's mobile went off as he and Jenny sat in Mrs Cross's kitchen. They both jumped, the noise bringing them out of their dark thoughts and shocked state. As he answered it, Jenny stared into the distance, trying to make some sense of what had happened. Who could send such an animal to carry out such a despicable attack – and what level of training was required to make a dog react in that way?
In the distance, she couldn't help but hear Mark's voice quivering as he muttered, “What…? But when…” Slowly, he switched the 'phone off and stood looking at it for a long time before he sat down, put his head in his hand and let out a long, juddering sigh. “That was Donna…” He looked at her, but Jenny showed no reaction, her face turned away. “Don't you want to know what she said?”
