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It was a walk of a little over five minutes from the police station to her gran’s, and Melissa spent it thinking not only about what she had overheard, but also about recent events in the village. She could not believe how quickly the atmosphere had changed; always before, Oakhurst, even at night, had seemed a pleasant and peaceful place, almost idyllic. Now there was a sense of unease in the air, it made her look around constantly and walk more quickly than she would have normally.
The lights were out, a sure sign her gran had gone to bed, when she got to her destination. She could have knocked, Melissa was sure it would not be a problem, but she hated the thought of getting her gran up, especially when she knew how much of an effort it would be for her.
Since she couldn’t talk over
