Chapter 4
It was windy when Nathan woke up. He could hear it gusting outside, slapping the shrubbery against the walls of his flat. Lucy, the Jack Russel Terrier from two doors down, was barking like crazy and an empty soft drink can clattered down the road.
Nathan glanced at the clock. Two thirty in the morning. It was too early to get out of bed, despite the fact he felt surprisingly awake. He stared into the semi-light of the bedroom, his mind blank as he listened to the howling wind race along the street. From the corner of his eye he saw a movement in the shadows that immediately drew his attention. It was difficult to make anything out, even with the pale yellow light of the street lights filtering in through the curtains. Nevertheless, he could sense the presence whether he could
