Chapter FiveIt was when Jenny was driving away from the airport, with Mr McCloud safely soaring off into the azure sky, that she received a frantic telephone call from Mr Reynolds, the farmer. “Those sheep,” he spouted, “the ones with those marks…they've all run off! Terrified I shouldn't wonder.”
“Run off?” Jenny pulled over to the side of the road, the hand that held her mobile shaking.
“Well…” there was a long pause. Jenny could imagine his face, scowling, mouth curled up, “I've got no proof…but I think it's them from down the road.”
“The woman with the dogs?”
“I think they've rustled them.”
“But Mr Reynolds, why on earth would she do that?”
“Cheap meat, isn't it? Look, you must have seen what she's like when you went down there. She's not the nicest of people, is she?”
“You've m
