Chapter 6
Harry woke with a start and for a moment wondered where he was. Shaking his head, he looked around but Charlie was nowhere to be seen. A large ginger cat sat on the rug by the fire, watching him with unblinking eyes. He got up and padded in his bare feet to the window. The snow was falling steadily in huge white flakes with the wind piling it up everywhere. There was nothing he could do tonight. He squeezed his eyes closed and tried to force back the panic that threatened to seize him. He could only pray for a thaw overnight. If Charlie was true to his word he could be on his way first thing and in Scarborough before luncheon. He’d have been there now if it were not for the miserable bastard who threw him off the stage when he realised he hadn’t purchased a ticket. He’d thought
