Damn it, he's dead, he can't hurt you now. He wished again that he'd brought the shotgun. 'I heard somebody in the shed so I locked the door.' She clung on to his arm. Jon tried to tell himself that it was a ram, lied to try and avoid accepting the fact that what was left of the carcass was indisputably goat. 'There was somebody here about a quarter of an hour ago.' Two screwdrivers, a hammer, a hacksaw, a chiselThe Black and Decker toolset Jackie had given him for Christmas was still there, so was his spare chainsaw. Consequently, within a couple of minutes he knew which of his tools were gone, a process of elimination from those still hanging from the nails above the bench. If you put everything back where you got it from as soon as you've finished with it, you'll know where to find it next time, he used to tell her.
Jon Quinn had a tidy mind, Jackie used to call him obsessional. Without going outside Sylvia would not have been able to see whoever had been in the shed and
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The shed was not in full view of the cottage windows, a bare stone wall facing in this direction. Nervous, working fast, wanting to get the job over and done with.
Those magpies were still telling the crow all about it, how they had feasted from first light to dusk, and then the foxes had come and taken over rats, too. Chainsaws were noisy things, they let all and sundry know exactly where you were and you wouldn't hear if anything crept up on you. It won't attack a human.Īll the same he fetched the saw, kicked it into life and began cutting up a thick trunk, a deafening whine that showered sawdust everywhere. It ran before and it'll run again, like a desert jackal. Pull yourself together, Gilbert was probably killed soon after we last saw him, jumped by that dog of Gwyther's in the same way that it killed the calf. He glanced back to where he had left the chainsaw, began edging towards it. 'Christ' He saw the debris on the floor, the spilled contents of his workbench, boxes of screws, nuts, nails scattered over the whole floor so that they overflowed out into the yard. Maybe Sylvia was right, they had to go and find other survivors, //there were any others.
That stemmed from spending too much time alone. He was starting to get depressed, a gradual erosion of his positive thinking. He closed his eyes momentarily, almost yelled 'Then how the fuck did you know they were here?' Instead he spoke calmly, knew he had to reassure her. 'What Who?' His mouth went dry and the sweat inside his T-shirt was suddenly cold. They went in the shed over there, rummaged around, then came out again and left the door swinging open, just like it is now.' Now it was time to go back to the wood again and He backed into the yard, tipped the trailer, watched the logs showering out, bumping into a sprawling heap, one or two bowling away as though they sought to escape the splitting axe and the Rayburn.
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