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He woke with a start, the sound of raised voices reaching him from the hallway beyond his door. Before he had a chance to reach out for his mobile to check the time, his bedroom door burst open and Turney barged in, face contorted, crimson with rage. And something else. Tears, like rivers, cascaded down his face. He seemed out of control, barely able to contain himself, his voice ragged and wild as he roared, “You! What have you done! You’re evil, evil you are! I'll kill you with my bare hands!”
Turney launched himself forward, his huge farmer’s hands gripping Richard round the throat. Richard gagged, thrashing across his bed, shock, confusion and terror mixing to send him into a maelstrom of panic as the farmer’s wide, red-rimmed eyes filled his vision.
Desperately, Richard pawed at
