Chapter TwoA few people were wandering along the beach, one or two with dogs. It wasn't yet the beginning of the summer season, and dogs were allowed to run across the sand. Jenny watched them, noting that nobody seemed in the least bit concerned or worried about anything that might be swooping around overhead. She sat down amongst the dunes, resting her arms on her knees, looking out across the bay towards the distant fortress that topped the far cliff edge. A few fulmars were circling around, but nothing out of the ordinary. Surely she would know if there was anything out of the ordinary and a condor would certainly be news!
Her phone buzzed and she answered it. It was Mr McCloud.
“Jenny? I've had a thought. I remember some months back Don Farrow reported that one of his birds had esca
