Peggy Farrell walked back into her hall.
It was empty and the front door was closed, the rain still hammering on it. A flyer, folded carefully in the middle, lay on the damp mat. She bent down and picked it up. "You're a strange lad, Ray Foley, but no matter. I can always make more tea and you'll be back. I'm sure about that."
She returned to the roaring fire in the kitchen and settled down for the evening, safe in the knowledge that all was well in the town of Ballynamarav.
YOU ARE READING
Satchel Boy
HorrorBallnamarav, Ireland. Winter. Two women missing. The truth to their disappearance might be closer than it seems.
