Together, Chad and I bolt through the house and out. In the woodshed, I snatch my axe from the wall…
Then out again…
… around the side…
… to the stable yard.
Nothing.
Zip.
Nada.
And we halt.
Damn!
I spin one way, Chad, the other, as we scan for the intruders. The only movement is Charlie as, ears pricked, she nods welcome over the half-door to her stable. The door to Mitch’s apartment stands closed. Nothing looks disturbed.
Where the f**k are they?
Where the are they?Then…
From… somewhere…
somewhere…… the sound of baying dog and screaming human.
A gunshot.
Then another.
Chad and I exchange horrified glances. And we’re already moving, chasing the sound…
From around the side of Mitch’s apartment, running toward us, hand in hand, two small figures. Cara and Adam. Both crying.
