“Exactly where have you heard that name before?” I said as I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
“Savernake Forest,” exclaimed Jemma.
The trouble with my partner was that when she was overly tired or woken up in the middle of the night, sometimes she spoke total gibberish. I’d learned to handle it but many people we had to work with couldn’t handle her without losing their patience pretty quickly.
My brain was slowly starting to work and as I tried to remember the last time I’d or rather we’d been to Savernake Forest. This is an area of ancient woodland to the South East of the town of Marlborough in Wiltshire. Then it came to me.
“Oh, you must mean Farthings home?”
“Yes, that’s it. He left his home very much in a hurry, didn’t he?” reasoned Jemma.
“Yeah, we stopped him as he left in his Porsche. If I recall you lit him up with your target light and his face turned to ash. But what else did you remember?”
