Chapter 7
Thomas
Landmeadow was a quiet place. Usually. No robberies, a few purse snatchings, nothing too serious. But drugs had arrived to spoil the peaceful life of the village next to the ocean. Most of all, there was an area on the road linking Landmeadow to the next village where a pub had opened, which perked up all the police department radars. There were frequent comings and goings of strangers, people with various criminal records.
That night, Thomas and Anne were sitting in a car some distance from the pub while the rain knocked on the roof. It was completely dark, and the neon lights of the infamous pub badly illuminated the entrance.
“I have a bad feeling,” Thomas said, trying to focus on the pub door, which opened and closed every few minutes.
“Well, s**t, yes. That hole
