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I have 118 stories published in 10 collections on the site.
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Brian Cross

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Three Mile Drove, Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE McPherson watched the forensic team leave the house with the tiny content of his find carefully sealed in a transparent bag. Overhead, crows were gathered on the telephone lines, which ran above the drove on either bank. Their silence, in contrast to the wind whistling sharply through them, and the stark backdrop of the dark old house behind brought to mind scenes from the old Hitchcock movie. It struck him, how a simple scene could appear so sinister.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT 'Forensic are on their way,' McPherson said, replacing his mobile in his coat pocket. He glanced back at Darren, who was cautiously negotiating the makeshift bridge over the dyke. 'This is the first real lead we've had,' then observing the man's bewilderment, he added, 'you see, the missing child was wearing white ankle socks on the day of her disappearance. Your stumbling over the mattress could just lead to the breakthrough we need. Now show me where you think the rock that hit your vehicle was thrown from, and then I'll leave you to check out your property.'

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SIX A strong wind had lifted the clouds by the time Darren left the Fox and Hounds to meet Tim McPherson. Walking to his car he felt as though he was viewing things from afar, traces of his nightmare continued sweeping around his mind like the gusty aftermath of a powerful storm.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Six

At any rate, when she'd learned that her uncle's bungalow would become hers she'd been horrified at the very thought of it. Darren Goldwater was welcome to it, both the bungalow and the fiendish existence, which lay just beyond its boundaries.

Three Mile Drove, Chapter Five

THREE MILE DROVE CHAPTER FIVE Darren guided his vehicle warily back along the narrow drove, paying particular attention to the area from which he thought the missile was thrown. Of course, he couldn't see a thing out there, everything was in total darkness. Total darkness that was, apart from a faint light that flickered somewhere off to his right. His curiosity aroused, he slowed the Jeep to a crawl. The glimmer was coming from an upstairs window of a house some distance back from the road, though the light was so faint and wavering that it had to be candlelight. Jesus, he thought, did everyone in the outback do without electricity. The concept was as unreal to him as the landscape.

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