"If you go up there alone, be careful," Ray warned. "The Pen Crags community hasn't survived all these centuries just by good luck or because they're kindly neighbours. Remember Robert Moorhouse."
"A man chased by a demon, which could have been a thought form or a killer soul. There's no proof which."
"Exactly." Ray studied his young colleague. "The fact people in Pen Crags could – and maybe still can – create both should be enough warning to anyone, even an obsessive cop."
Since the theft of Will Eckersley's bull, George Metcalfe had decided the only way to keep Stone Clough safe was to engage in regular night patrols. The problem was, in mid-October, darkness was longer than the hours of daylight. He asked for offers of help at an emergency meeting of the parish council, but only got
