THE VOICE OF SAVAGES WOOD Tim Jeffreys
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“So where are we going?” Rosamond asked. She rested her head against the seatback.
Damen glanced at her and smiled. “Just some place I want to show you. I think you’ll like it.” He’d left the main road and was steering the car along windy narrow b-roads blocked by woodland on either side. A pub rolled by on the left. The Salutation. After that, more woodland.
“You’re not taking me out to some secluded spot to murder me, are you?” Rosamond said, hoping her tone conveyed humour, though the thought had been circulating in her mind since he’d turned the car off the main drag. After all, how long had she known him? Three months? There was still a chance he could be a serial killer.
Damen gave her his ‘be serious’ look an
