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The ringing stops and immediately starts again. Its a withheld number this time. He shakes himself, screwing up his eyes, intent on sounding sober. Eve listens. Files the information away. Looks up at the smudge of grey clouds and cant help wondering whether she could ever have tolerated a life like this. She reckons she could probably still play the role of farmers wife – she has the strong forearms and the round, red cheeks that she associates with cartoon caricature version of the role. She just isnt sure about the making jam and the beating eggs and making packed-lunches for some taciturn husband. Can’t see herself rubbing blood and afterbirth off a new lamb with a fistful of damp straw. Can’t imagine tweezing white hairs from the black face of a champion tup. She’d rather just get on with what she’s good at. Get on with being a copper; a thief-taker. Not that her single-mindedness hasn’t cost her dear. Her last three lovers have all told her she’s too much like hard work. She’s felt sorrow at the end of each relationship but she has never felt regret. She’s 29, a Detective Sergeant, arespected copper with a record that shows more commendations than black marks. She had to move to this little corner of England to take a step up the career ladder but she doesn’t view it as a sacrifice. She’s learning to love it here, in this dull brown blob in the top left hand corner of the map. It’s only 40 miles from one side to the other but the variety is such that on any given day she could be called to locations as different in character as the sun and the moon. Cottages; castle; urban sink estates glaring out into the sea. She’d thought that all mountains looked the same. Now she feels able to recognize the different fells from description alone. She favours the wilder lands; the rugged mountaintops with their serrated edges and hidden hazards; sudden drops and concealed mine-shafts; waterfalls that pound the rocks with a cold, endless fury. She’s starting to fit in. Gabriel and I opened the bottles together, crossed our arms, and raised the bottles to our lips. He was one to talk. Gabriel left the room, and I jotted down notes on a pad.We can use Angelinas kidnapping to map out distances. I glanced at the computer. “How long is that tape? My grandmother. Browne laughed. She was always on my case. To answer your question, Amanda plans on fencing the back property, not that that will help much. Easy enough to climb a fence if someone wants to get in. He tossed the butt out the window. “I warned her about your looks, but dont be surprised if you get a few stares from the staff.” Someone is dragging me down a set of steps. Something is covering my mouth. I licked my lips. It tastes and smells funny. Better now that we have some light. We should go find Max. A wire made of shadows lashed out at her, cracking like a whip it moved so fast. It snapped around her wrist, pulling her arm back behind her, jerking her off her feet. The wolf called again. I gave him a rare smile.Positive. I could feel his eyes following me as I left the room. Before Salyer, I would have told Max what I was about to do.And he would have tried to stop me. I told you, stop saying Daddy, snaps Violet, embarrassed. It makes you sound like a baby. Ive started calling my dad by his first name. He hates it. Then when I get in bother I call him Dad and he’s like a toddler with a sweet. You should try it. Or call him Reverend! Did you hear that Freya? Did you hear what I said? Yes, Gabriel, I know how to act. We took Pearls money, Eve, hisses Millward, eyes bulging. We could have stopped this. Told the proper coppers what we were doing; what we knew …, In the shelter of the cave, Shan slumped against the rock wall, fighting the bone-deep weariness of constant pain. As a member of the Shistra-Phail—the elite warriors of the Feyna—he possessed unearthly powers of recovery, but no one was invulnerable. Shan had seen his kindred die of wounds like this. Only their Seers healed the Shistra-Phail. It had always been that way. Now it seemed a deeply stupid tradition. The driver gives a polite smile.Youd be surprised, she mumbles, and the car rocks slightly as the wind catches her words..