Borrowed Moonlight by Helen Slavin

Author:Helen Slavin [Slavin, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Agora Books
Published: 2019-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

“Wow.” It was the only word that had come out of PC Williamson’s mouth since they had all hurried out of the cottage. “Wow. Wow.”

“It is a bit,” Anna said. The horse turned to survey its audience and nickered greeting. PC Williamson could not take his eyes from the splendid animal.

“That saddle…” he moved forward a step or two to take a look, holding his hands up as if in supplication, “…that’s an expensive bit of craftsmanship.”

“Is that a clue to the rider?” Emz asked.

“Probably. We should ask Marlow Whitburn up here, from Caracole Stables. She knows about saddlery and stuff,” PC Williamson advised and then caught the look from Anna. “When I say ‘we’ I mean you.” He took in a deep breath and looked again at the horse. It looked, very distinctly, back at him, its head turned to focus its left eye upon him. He heard his grandmother’s voice in his head, saw her lips move as she packed a brick of fruitcake into her plastic shopper.

“This…” he nodded to the horse, “this looks like Havoc business.”

Anna and Emz looked at him. PC Williamson gave an uncomfortable smile.

“My gran knew your gran,” was the only explanation required. “You’re the Gamekeepers.”

At this a look passed between Emz and Anna; PC Williamson cleared his throat, nervous.

“Yes. Right. So anyway…” he was fumbling a little. Anna rescued him.

“We’ve searched for the rider and come up blank,” Anna confessed.

“You don’t think they’re connected?” PC Williamson asked. “When did this chap show up? Was he here before the first attack?” He pointed to the horse. Anna was quiet.

“I think we can safely say that the attack on Caitlin is police business.” She was cool, uneasy. “She was in Leap Woods.” Anna did not look at Emz, as a terrible thought drifted across her own head. The woods were sisters, frayed together at the edges; the question was how frayed.

“Right. Yes. Well, I don’t want to step on toes,” PC Williamson said. “I have my beat, you have yours,” he conceded. “Can you keep me in the loop regarding the horse?”

Anna nodded.

“Marlow Whitburn is a bit…” PC Williamson was looking for the politest way to proceed.

“…of a bitch?” Anna finished. PC Williamson raised his eyebrows.

“I was going to say busy.” His eyebrows flickered up again, almost making Anna smile. “You could call Carrie instead. She’d probably have time to help.” And he said his farewells.

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