Chapter FifteenFlopping down on the couch, Jenny allowed the stress of the last few hours to slowly release itself. She'd made her way back down the hatch, running along the dripping wet passageway to the rope ladder, thinking all the time that any moment the pack of wild, baying dogs would come snapping at her heels. But they didn't, and when she made the four-by-four, she drove like a lunatic, bouncing over rutted tracks and weaving lanes until she screeched into the Animal Rescue car park and sat, gripping the wheel, fighting to keep the panic and the terror from overwhelming her.
She rarely drank.
This time she did.
Pouring out a hefty measure of Scotch, she threw it down her throat, coughed and spluttered, but immediately felt a little better.
In the quiet of her room, it was easy
