Midsummer Glen - the final chapter

Midsummer Glen Chapter 3 by Pam Kelt A supernatural adventure Part three of a seasonal quartet *** ‘Watch out.’ Fiona’s voice sounded from the other side of the wall. He scrambled over and jumped to the ground. Something caught him in the back of the knee and he fell flat. Fiona lay on her side in the centre of the stone circle, a few yards away, hog-tied and helpless. She sounded angry but tired. ‘Actually, I wouldn’t bother with him, Polly,’ she continued with some bravado. ‘If that is your real name. He’s just a hedge-cutter. Bit of tramp. Sleeping rough, for all I know. He’s nobody.’ ‘Be quiet.’ In the glow of a torch, he saw Polly kick Fiona’s feet. Alistair tried to push himself upwards but the sole of a boot ground into the middle of his back. He struggled, but Charles spoke. ‘We’ve had enough of you and your little friend.’ He removed his belt and secured Alistair’s wrists behind his back. ‘All we had to do was follow her and now here you are. Excellent. So easy. Just as it