Liffi Wyther, neo-pagan and handbound bride of Jake Conley, paced past the tall lead-latticed casement windows of the lounge. An impartial observer might be excused for thinking the couple lacked for nothing. Jake’s vision of a Red Horse Theme Park had proved so successful that tourists and day-trippers had flocked in such numbers that it topped the charts of most-visited attraction in the UK. His role as development manager had provided them with this Grade II listed building for their sumptuous home. He had the ear of important government ministers and drove around in his customised Porsche. Yet all was not well.
Lips pinched, hands held behind her back, gripping her wrist, Liffi’s stiff posture and clenched tilted jaw were studied posturing. She meant to bring her issues to a head. Whe
