SHADOW OF A RECLUSE
By Tessa Harvey
Except Tarrant, who was once again on high alert. The children were giggling and talking, one of them saying "Let's show dad." But he knew Sylvie was upset. There was that indefinable atmosphere.
Hunter was also upset and rapidly moving from that feeling to being angry. What was happening? Why were the police taking so long? He was just meant to be held for questioning and arranging for a solicitor to be present to ensure everything was done by the book. No one could forget he was there, could they?
He glanced up at the ceiling, wise enough to realise that the cell could be under observation. It wasn't. No little camera dot. Fine. He was going to leave. Some outfit this was - slipshod, sloppy, dysfunctional. He grabbed the door handle. To his horror, it was locked! Officer Stan Martyn had just left him to get a witness to the few questions he was meant to answer.
Hunter began to panic. Since his mother's current boyfriend had attacked him, being confined terrified him. Fear began, like a creeping monster to overwhelm this strong man.

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