Janey had to wait for another plane to leave the gate before hers could pull in. She had to wait for all those in front of her to disembark. She had to wait for a cab despite calling one the moment she landed.
Darkness had covered everything, and Janey couldn’t see. She hated not being able to see.
seeAfter forty-six years of life, some of which had not been all that kind to her, Janey had learned an inkling of patience. It had abandoned her today, and by the time the elderly man driving her cab turned onto the lane where the cottage sat, Janey’s scream sat in the back of her throat, a centimeter from her vocal cords.
“Oh, dear,” he said in a voice that indicated he’d smoked heavily for a lot of years. “I don’t think I can get down there.”
No less than six police vehicles crowded the s
