In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (030) Hospital Visitor

 

Tall and willowy, Senior Scenes of Crime Officer Aoife Shannon was a fiery thirty-two-year-old red head and was admitted to St Augusta’s Hospital in Nettlefield overnight for observation following a hit and run incident where she was run off the road.

She suffered a mild concussion, a broken wrist, bruised ribs and a number of cuts and contusions, but she was still in hospital 10 days later because of an infection.

When she was being treated in A&E the ER Nurse Tim Blake, a skinny freckly nurse with straw coloured hair and grey eyes stitched the cut on her scalp.

While she was laid up on Willow ward feeling sorry for herself, he made a point of popping in for little chats and on the eve of her discharge she said

“I shall miss our little chats”

“Me too, but I’ll see you when you come in to have cast removed hopefully” he said and took a pen from his pocket and wrote his phone number on her cast

“Give me a text when you have an appointment” he said

“Perhaps we could grab a coffee if I'm working that day”

“Yes, I'd like that”

“Great, I'll say goodnight then”

“Ok, night Tim”

She had been married for nearly 10 years when her husband betrayed her, she hadn’t been able to trust a man after that, she had been content with that, but lying in bed feeling sorry for herself, she had regrets, Tim was the first man she had even the slightest feeling for.

So, while she was recuperating at home she sat down with a cup of coffee and composed a text to him, half an hour and several redrafts later she pressed send.

Tim replied almost immediately and they exchanged text messages regularly throughout October, she sometimes didn’t get prompt responses because he was working, but when they did connect, they were lengthy and informative exchanges.

Then came the day when she received her appointment at the fracture clinic for November 4th.

 

On the day of the appointment, he was standing in the orthopaedics waiting room when she came out of a consulting room, and it was the first time they had seen each other since she was discharged.

“Hello” he said

“Tim!” she exclaimed “I wasn’t expecting to see you here”

“I thought I would make the most of the time” he explained “I start my night shift in an hour and a half”

“Well let’s go then” she said and put her pot free arm through his.

 

While they were drinking their overpriced coffee’s they sat chatting about this and that and then when they were on their second mug he asked

“So, when are you back to work?”

“A week on Monday” she replied “And I still hadn’t got a replacement car sorted yet, I’ve got the insurance money, I just need to convert that into a new vehicle”

“What are you looking for?”

“A Vauxhall Mokka” she replied

“Have you seen one you like?”

“I have, I’m going to get it on Friday or Saturday” she replied “If its ok of course”

“Where is it?”

“In Tipton”

“So how are you going to get there?”

“Taxi, I suppose” she replied

“I can take you, if you like” he suggested “I can’t do Friday because my shift doesn’t finish until 6 Am” he explained “But I’m off all weekend”

“I don’t want to encroach on your weekend” she protested

“Nonsense I don’t mind” he insisted

“Ok thank you, but you must let me buy you lunch”

“Deal” he said, and then looked at his watch “I have to go”

“Thank you” she said as she stood up and kissed his cheek “For everything”

“My pleasure” he retorted before walking away

The next day he texted her for her address and the pickup time for Saturday.

 

Tim picked her up at 10.30 on Saturday morning, he also lived in Nettlebridge and was only about a mile from Aoife’s house.

It was a grey blustery day, but they were both in good spirits and they chatted just as much as they had when they had coffee at the hospital and as they were approaching Tipton Tim asked

“Do you like fireworks?”

“Yes, I do”

“Well, there’s a display on at Victoria Park tonight, if you fancy it”

“Oh yes that would be lovely” she replied brightly

 

Aoife loved the car, and after a test drive, she agreed to buy it, and Tim waited on the forecourt while she completed the paperwork, and then they drove in convoy to The Marquis pub on the Nettlefield road and had a very pleasant lunch together.

 

After lunch they went their separate ways until that evening when he drove to her house where he parked the car.

Aoife only lived half a mile from Victoria Park, so they walked down the hill along a leafy lane.

It was dark in the lane lit by the occasional rocket going off above their heads and the smell of gun powder was thick in the damp night air.

But despite the cold and damp neither Aoife or Tim were in any hurry to get to the park as it was their very first date, evening date anyway, and they both walked as slowly as it was possible to go without actually standing still.
However they eventually arrived in the park at the back of the crowd just at the moment the display began but while the rowdy crowd were oohing and aahing at the spectacular display, Aoife and Tim were kissing in the shadows of an old oak tree.

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (029) Playing to Win

 

Detective Constable Krisztina Verebes was one of the latest recruits to the squad and in DI Cutler’s, opinion had quickly made herself one of the most valuable. At twenty-eight years old she had only been on the team six months and had already broken every heart, male and female, in the building.

A stunningly attractive slim brunette it amazed almost everyone how she was still single, but she was a single woman, which everyone put down to her ambition to succeed when in fact she was just fussy.

She had never disclosed it to anyone, because she jealously guarded her private life, but had decided at an early age what she was looking for in a partner, but she was yet to find them, the result on the onlooker was to give her an air of the mysterious.

Her role in Steve Cutlers squad was as the squad’s computer expert even though she couldn’t have looked less like a computer nerd if she tried.

Krisztina liked Oliver, he made her laugh and feel sexy all at the same time, and he was kind and thoughtful.

He was tall and muscular and was good looking man with auburn hair and intense eyes, and he ticked a lot of boxes for her.

She was stunningly attractive slim brunette, so she was more than a match for him, they were both still single, both professionals, but she was fussy, and she wasn’t sure if someone like him had her in his plans for the future.

However, she didn’t think of him as just a man and she hadn’t felt that way about a man since she was at Police College.

However, that had all ended very badly indeed and left her totally devastated and she did not want to repeat that mistake and feel worthless again.

She thought about nipping it in the bud and not taking a chance with him, but then she thought, “why should she?” why wouldn’t it succeed?

Aoife certainly thought she should give it a chance, and she knew him, she said he was a really good person and was sure there could be a bright future for her and Oliver.

The only fly in the ointment as far as she was concerned was that she wasn’t really sure how he felt about her, Aoife hadn’t been any help in that regard, he hadn’t even tried to kiss her, apart from a peck on the cheek when they parted at the hospital.

She asked herself if she had wanted him too, and the answer was yes, so she concluded that perhaps it was time for her to take the initiative.

 

The Golf event was on the Sunday of the Halloween weekend and it was an annual event at the Tipton Park Golf Club and she and her usual golfing partner DC Greg Owens, who was a very good golfer even though his unathletic posture and gait would indicate otherwise, neither of them had played Tipton before as it was an exclusive club so they were both looking forward to it.

It was a beautiful crisp Autumnal day, no wind and not a cloud in the sky, and she and Greg were standing by his car when Oliver pulled up.

“Good morning” he said and shook Greg’s hand and kissed her cheek.

“Well, that’s encouraging” she thought “but just on the cheek again”

But aloud she just repeated his greeting as the passenger door opened and a willowy redhead got out.

“This is Arabella, my baby sister” Oli said

“Call me Bella” she said and shook their hands, and Greg was immediately smitten.

All the way to the club house Oli was giving her Golf tips, her grip, her stance, her swing.

“I wish you’d just shut up and kiss me” she screamed in her head

“The most important thing is to relax, don’t tense up” he said

“No, the most important thing is that you take me in your arms and kiss me” she replied silently

Even if she’d said it out loud there wouldn’t have been time to act on it as they were soon at their destination.

 

Oli and Krisztina were the last to tee off in a four ball.

“Don’t worry if you’re only a novice” he said as they approached the 1st tee “I can help you as we go around”

“Ok” she said

Kriszsie was the first to tee off, it was a short dog leg par four, just under 200 yards to the turn so she selected her 3 wood and took up her position.

“That might be a little ambitious” Bella said

“Remember to relax those shoulders” Oli said encouragingly, agreeing with his sister about her club selection

Krisztina took a couple of practice swings and then addressed the ball before hitting a crisp clean drive which sailed straight down the middle of the fairway. 

“Whoa” Bella said “I thought you were a novice”

“I never said that” Krisztina retorted

“You did say you played “a little”” Oliver said  

“I have only played “a little” this year because it’s been so busy at work” she said

“You’re a bandit” Oli said and laughed

 

By the end of the 17th Greg and Oli were 4 shots off the pace and Krisztina and Bella were all square.

After 3 shots Bella was on the green with a 20ft putt remaining and Krisztina was on the apron more than a hundred feet from the pin.

Bella was supremely confident as she watched Krisztina chip to within 12 feet of the hole.

Arabella however 3 putted and Krisztina holed her putt to win.

Oliver was delighted, partly because it gave him ammunition to rib Bella but mainly because he really liked Krisztina.

 

When all the scores were in Krisztina was the highest placed woman and she won the nearest the pin on the par 3 7th.

There was a great huddle of bodies at the bar, but she was stood in a quiet corner of the lounge admiring her little trophy when Oli joined her.  

“So, I wasn’t able to teach you anything today after all” he said

“I was trying to impress you, and you ended up impressing me”

“That was my intention” she said

“To impress me?” he asked

“To get you to notice me” she replied and he looked puzzled

“You wanted me to notice you?”

“You have a lot to learn about women” she said taking a step towards him.
“Maybe you can teach me then” he told her looking into her eyes.
“There’s no maybe about it” She said and leaned her face towards him and touched her full lips gently to his.

He responded in kind and they were both lost in the magic of the moment.

As their lips parted they both opened their eyes.
“Would you like me to teach you some more?” she asked smiling.
“That’s a silly question” he replied and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close and their lips met again, but this time there was no restraint.

 

Theirs was not the only romance that began at Tipton Park Golf Club on that Halloween weekend because Greg and Bella also ended the day kissing.

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (028) Hospital Visitor (Part 2)

 

Tim Blake was correct and Aoife was indeed discharged the next day, and her friend and colleague Hannah Wells picked her up and drove her to her house in Nettlebridge.

The accident had occurred in mid-September during a spell of Indian Summer but it was the first week of a October when she got back to her house on a damp and dreary day and the house felt damp and unwelcoming, so the first thing she did was put the heating on while Hannah boiled the kettle and put away the bits of shopping they had picked up on the way home. 

Hannah stayed and had coffee with her and made sure she was comfortable before she left her to it.

 

Once she was on her own, beneath a blanket on the sofa in front of her large screen TV it suddenly dawned on her that she would be wearing the cast for at least another three weeks maybe even a month so that “Coffee Date” was somewhat distant.

After a half hour sulk, she decided to distract herself with chores, sitting down chores obviously, but chores, nonetheless.

She had already started the claims process with the insurance company, DC Kriszsie Verebes had provided her with a crime number for the hit and run so that helped, but they had been dragging their feet, they had received the police report, they had done the inspection, they had written off the car, but no payment had been forthcoming, so she lit a fire under them.

PC Ross Grant had very kindly gone to the police pound and recovered all her personal belongings from the car and gave them to Hannah to drop off at the house, so she went through the box, and there were a few things damaged in the crash, a camera, front and rear dash cams, a sat nav and some CD's, so she added them to the claim.

“You should have provided this information when you started the claim” an officious voice told her

“I realise that, but I’ve been in bloody hospital” she snapped

She didn’t suffer fools gladly and she was known to be feisty

“I'll add them on” the operative responded

After hanging up she opened her laptop and did some admin, online banking and paying some bills then she started looking at cars, which was tricky as she didn't really know what her budget was until the insurance was settled.

By the time she had finished it was getting dark, so she got up and drew the curtains and went to the kitchen and made another drink and took some pain killers, then half an hour later she decided she was hungry, so she ordered a pizza.

 

After she had eaten too much pizza she thought she would catch up on some of her favourite shows which she had missed while she was in hospital but after a while her mind returned to the “Coffee Date”, in the end after an evening of deliberation she finally ran out of steam and went to bed.

But when she was under the duvet she decided she should open up a text dialog with him the next day.

 

Aoife woke late following the first night in her own bed for three weeks and after awkwardly performing her ablutions and eating the leftover pizza for breakfast she sat down with a cup of coffee and composed a text, half an hour and several redrafts later she pressed send.

Tim replied almost immediately and they exchanged text messages regularly throughout October, she sometimes didn’t get prompt responses because he was working, but when they did connect, they were lengthy and informative exchanges.

Then came the day when she received her appointment at the fracture clinic, it was for November 4th.

 

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (027) Hospital Visitor (Part 1)

After visiting hours were over on Willow ward, and Oliver and Kriszsie had gone Aoife had one further visitor, ER nurse Tim Blake, who had attended to her in A&E after the accident.

“Hello Aoife”

He was 34 years old, medium height, slim build with thinning straw-coloured hair and grey eyes and he popped in to see her a few times since she was admitted, he didn’t stay long, but she was grateful, and she liked him, he made her laugh.

“Hi Tim, why are you still here this late, wasn’t your shift over hours ago?”

“I’ve been visiting my sister in maternity, I’m an uncle”

“Congratulations” Aoife said

“Thank you” he said and smiled broadly

“Now I have some good news for you, but you didn’t hear it from me, but rumour has it they are discharging you tomorrow” he said in a hushed whisper

“Thank God, I miss my own bed, my wide screen TV and my wine rack” she said and laughed

“I shall miss our little chats though”

“Me too, but I’ll see you when you come in to have cast removed hopefully” he said and took a pen from his pocket and wrote his phone number on her cast

“Give me a text when you have an appointment” he said

“Perhaps we could grab a coffee if I'm working that day”

“Yes, I'd like that”

“Great, I'll say goodnight then”

“Ok, night Tim”

She was feeling quite pleased with herself after he had gone, firstly because she was going home the next day and second because he invited her for a coffee date. 

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (026) Hospital Encounter

 

Tall and willowy, Senior Scenes of Crime Officer Aoife Shannon, was a fiery thirty-two-year-old red head and was admitted to St Augusta’s Hospital in Nettlefield overnight for observation following a hit and run incident where she was run off the road.

She suffered a mild concussion, a broken wrist, bruised ribs and a number of cuts and contusions, but she was still in hospital 10 days later because of an infection.

Lying in bed for so long with nothing to do did not suit her at all and she had far too much time to think, although she had plenty of visitors as she had no shortage of friends, but when she watched the other patients at visiting time they all had significant others.

She had been married for nearly 10 years when her husband betrayed her, she hadn’t been able to trust a man after that, she had been content with that, but lying in bed feeling sorry for herself, she had regrets.

 

It was Sunday afternoon when Oliver Rudd stepped into the lift at St Augusta’s Hospital, he was an unambitious vet who had found his niche as a country vet. he was a tall muscular thirty-four-year-old with auburn hair and intense eyes.

Oli was a single man despite his good looks and the effect he had on women, he desperately wanted a wife and family, but he had not met the person with which to full fill his wish.

The doors were just about to close when he heard a voice call

“Hold the lift please”

Oli reached out and hit the button to open the door

“Thank you” she said

“You’re very welcome”

The grateful woman was one of Aoife’s regular visitors, Detective Constable Krisztina Verebes who was a junior detective in DI Cutler’s squad in Nettlefield.

She was twenty-eight years old and she had only been on his team for six months and had already broken every heart in the building, male and female.

A stunningly attractive slim brunette it amazed almost everyone how she was still single, but she was a single woman, which everyone put down to her ambition to succeed when in fact she was just fussy.

She had never disclosed it to anyone, because she jealously guarded her private life, but had decided at an early age what she was looking for in a partner, but she was yet to find them, the result on the onlooker was to give her an air of the mysterious.

“Which floor?” he asked

“2nd Please, I’m visiting a friend on Willow ward” she said but didn’t know why she elaborated.

“Me too” he said “but not to see a friend”

“Oh”

“It’s my cousin, she was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago” he explained “She was run off the road”

“She’s not a fiery redhead by any chance” Kriszsie asked

“She is” he said and laughed “How do you know Aoife?”

“We work together” she replied

“Are you a CSI as well?”

“No, I’m a DC” Kriszsie said

 

They were laughing together when they walked onto Willow ward and after kissing her, Aoife said

“What a nice surprise seeing you both at the same time”

“We met in the lift” Kriszsie said

“What just the two of you?”

“Yes” she replied

“Did he ask you out?” Aoife asked

“I’m standing here you know” he said

“No, he didn’t” Kriszsie giggled

“Would you have said yes if he had?” Aoife persisted

“I might have” she replied coyly

“There you go then” Aoife said to Oliver

“Have you finished” he retorted

“Not by a long way” Aoife replied and she and Kriszsie laughed

“It’s so much fun watching him squirm”

 

After Oliver and Krisztina left Aoife’s bedside they went for a coffee on the ground floor and found out a little about each other such as the fact that she lived with her parents in Tipton while he had a cottage in Stone Bridge Lane, Oakvale, and he was a Vet and she was a Police Officer.

They also found out that they had several interests in common the chief of which was Golf.

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (025) First Dates

 

Hannah Wells and Joe Macbeth spent an enjoyable 90 minutes at the Copper Kettle in Nettlefield and the time flew by, but they only covered general reminiscences, and neither of them broached the subject they most wanted to, the New Years Eve kiss.   

But what they did talk about was a date on Saturday night at the Blue Orchid though neither of them called it a date and the encounter ended without an embrace.

Ross Grant and Clare Macbeth also had plans for Saturday, the matinee performance at the Magic Lantern Cinema followed by dinner at the Boars Head, and their encounter very definitely didn’t end without an embrace.

 

As Ross Grant lived on Roeside Farm, which was on the Nettlefield side of Oakvale, it would therefore have made more sense Geographically for Clare to have picked him up on route, but as it was their first date he wanted to begin as he intended to go on and do the gentlemanly thing and pick her up, so that’s what he did.

They watched a rather mediocre movie at the Magic Lantern, but they didn’t mind as they sat in the dark holding hands.

It had been a gloriously sunny autumnal afternoon when Ross drove into the Kingfisher Shopping Mall Multistorey carpark, but when they left the Cinema, it was dark and cold, so they rushed arm in arm across the square and into the Boars Head.

 

Hannah Wells had her own flat in Nettlefield so didn’t need picking up by Clare’s younger brother Joe and at the same time Ross and Clare were crossing the square, Hannah and Joe were meeting by the fountain on the main concourse of the Mall.

There was a moment’s hesitation from both parties as they deliberated whether or not to go in for a kiss, in the end he decided he should but only managed to clumsily kiss her on the cheek.

“Well, that’s a start” she thought to herself.

 

After a very enjoyable meal at the Blue Orchid Hannah and Joe left the restaurant and shivered the moment their feet steeped onto the pavement as the temperature had dropped substantially so they wrapped up against the cold and hurried arm in arm towards the warmth of the Kingfisher.

Clare and Ross arrived at the Mall slightly ahead of the others and they were glad to get out of the cold, they had also enjoyed their dinner, and each other’s company, and were holding hands as they walked slowly towards the escalators.

 

“Isn’t that your sister up ahead with my colleague Ross?” Hannah said as they stepped through the sliding doors.

“Yes, it is” he agreed.

“I didn’t know they were a thing, did you know?”

“Yes, but it’s only been a couple of days” he said and got distracted by a display in a shop window.

“Well, it’s clearly going well” Hannah stated.

“What makes you think that?” he asked still window shopping.

“Well, because they’re snogging.”

“They are?” He said, “So they are, good for them.”

“Yes, it’s great” she said, “But can you explain something to me?”

“Sure, ask away.”

“Why aren’t we doing that?”

“That’s a very good point, well made” he said.

“So, I think we should give it a try.”

“I agree” Hannah said and immediately occupied his mouth so he couldn’t speak again.

 

In the village of Oakvale-On-Roe – (024) Tearstained and Breathless

 

Despite the fact that Hannah Wells and Joe Macbeth were eager to continue where they left off on the day of the robbery but after 3 weeks it still hadn’t happened as she was snowed under at work as her colleague Aoife was on sick leave after breaking her wrist in a car accident.

So, one day early in October they had actually managed to arrange to meet for coffee in Nettlefield.

Joe hadn’t left the village very often since his mother died and he hadn’t been into Nettlefield since her estate went through probate.

 

The reason that Hannah had managed to free up some time was because the farm theft case had been solved and the gang of culprits were in custody.

It came about when a 17-year-old youth named Wayne Preston was caught following an incident where he rode a trail bike through the Kingfisher Shopping mall in Nettlefield and thanks to a member of the public, who threw a shopping basket at the rider causing him to crash into a shop display.

He was then detained by security until the police took him into custody, he wasn’t previously known to police, but when he was fingerprinted, he was a match for the break in at Macbeths.

It didn’t take long after a search of his phone and residence to start joining the dots, the phone led them to two people who were known to Police, and a search of their farm unearthed the trailer used to take the Quad away, that led to other suspects, other phones, other vehicles and other suspects, in all they made 15 arrests.

So at the same time Joe and Hannah were meeting for coffee PC Ross Grant was in Oakdale on his way to the stables to give them the good news, and he had just turned into Farmers Lane when he was flagged down by a car coming in the opposite direction, it was the Vet Oliver Rudd.

They pulled up alongside each other, and both wound down their windows.

“Hi Oli” the PC said

“Are you heading up to Macbeths?”

“I am, why is there something wrong?”

“I just had to give Clare some bad news I’m afraid” Oliver said

“I had to put down her mother’s horse”

“Oh, that’s not good” Ross said, “Is she alright?”

“Not really, and as I was leaving, she galloped off up Old Manor Lane” he said “I’m concerned about her”

“Thanks Oli”

Ross drove on up the lane but instead of going into Macbeths Yard he turned sharp left and went along the Old Manor Lane which was now little more than a muddy track, fortunately because he worked a rural beat and often encountered such lanes and tracks he drove a 4x4, but even then parts of the track were heavy going.

Because it was muddy he could clearly see fresh hoof prints ahead so he kept going as far as he could, but the Lane soon became impassable, so he stopped the car and donned his boots and set off on foot. 

 

He walked for almost half an hour and continued to follow the hoof prints and the woods either side on the path were getting thicker and thicker and darker and darker and then he saw a glimmer of light though the trees and the path was leading him towards the source of the light, which appeared to be a small clearing.

As he got closer, he could see that Clare was in the clearing, the colt was tied to a tree, and she appeared to be holding his neck and comforting him.

But as he moved a little closer, he could see she was actually sobbing against the horse’s neck which caused Ross to hesitate.

He was not well versed in comforting crying women and were it not for the fact that he had feelings for Clare he would probably, to his shame, have tiptoed away unnoticed.

So, under the circumstances slipping quietly away was not an option so he considered his next move as he looked at Clare standing beside the tethered beast, still wearing her riding hat and he was standing on her blind side.

He walked slowly across the clearing, closing the distance between them and as he got closer, he could hear the sobs accompanying her trembling shoulders.

Ross was a couple of paces from her when she suddenly became aware of his presence.

“Oh Ross” she said and threw herself into his waiting arms and buried her face in his chest, because of the height difference she only just reached his chest.

“What’s the matter Clare?” he asked although he already knew the answer.

“Come on now, don’t upset yourself, and tell me what the matter is.”

At first, she just stood stock still against him, but when she tried to tell him what was wrong it was completely incomprehensible.

“Ok don’t talk honey just cry it out” he said and ran his hands up and down her back.

All he could do was hold her and utter soothing words while she cried her tears and her whole body shook within his arms with the force of her heartbreaking weeping.

After about ten minutes when her breathing slowed and her sobs had subsided, he asked again.

“What’s the matter?”

“Aspen is dead” she said, “Mums horse is dead.”

Then she started crying again so he held her close to him again

“I know, Oliver told me” He explained.

“That’s why I came to look for you.”

“You were looking for me?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, I was worried.”

“About me?”

“Yes of course”

“I didn’t think you’d give me a second thought” she said.

“I think about you all the time” Ross said.

“All the time?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yes, all the time” he confirmed.

Clare pushed herself away from his chest and looked up at him and a smile spread across her tearstained face and then she leapt up and wrapped her arms around his neck and said.

“Me too”

She was hugging his neck tightly and didn’t ever want to let go but the next thing she knew he was sitting her on top of fallen tree.

“No don’t let me go” she begged.

“But I have to” Ross said.

“But why?” she asked desperately.

“So that I can do this” he said and kissed her trembling lips which met with no further protestations.

 

Afterwards they walked back along the path with Clare holding the reins in one hand and Ross’s great paw of a hand in the other, he with tears stains on his uniform and she with mud spattered up her jodhpurs.

When they reached his car, after the briefest of kisses, she mounted the colt and he watched her trot away on her chestnut horse, her pert mud spattered little bottom bouncing on the saddle before getting in the car and following on behind her.

He was only halfway through his shift, so he stopped at the end of the Lane he turned left and got out and waited while Clare stabled the horse.

As he had to get back on his beat and her brother Joe wasn’t back from Nettlefield, he didn’t want to leave alone so he phoned Sarah Cooper.

Sarah stabled her horse Snowflake at Macbeths, and she was friends with Clare, and she only lived around the corner.

Clare smiled at him when she emerged from the stables and walked up to him and kissed him, they were still kissing when Sarah walked into the yard.

“Well, we definitely have something to talk about” Sarah said as she held up a wine bottle.