By the time Elvira Madden was out of her car and locking it, handbag over her shoulder, she could hear the car coming up the driveway. It was still a distance off but she could hear its engine purring along. Whoever was in it wasn’t in a hurry to get to the house and she should have been able to see the car’s headlights but they weren’t being used.. As she walked around her car to join the two Grimolochins she heard the approaching engine stop, then, a few seconds later, the house lights went off.
“Right, everyone into the house,” snapped Tybalt Grimolochin, “and that includes you two,” he added to the cats. Surprisingly the cats immediately stood up and went inside. Tybalt ushered Elvira and his son Joe inside and locked the door behind them. “Now,” he said grimly, “we make sure all the other doors, the windows and the cat flaps are locked.”
Elvira asked, “Shouldn’t we call the police?”
“We probably should,” agreed Tybalt grimly, “but given how well my other calls for help have gone tonight, I’d be surprised if I got through or got a useful response.”
“We should at least try,” said Elvira. A thought occurred to her, “Perhaps I should try? The people who won’t or can’t answer you might answer me.”
“That may well be worth trying,” Tybalt admitted. “When we’ve checked that everything’s locked, I’ll take you to the phone.”
“They might have cut that wire too,” pointed out Elvira. “Perhaps I should use my mobile?”
This is followed by In The Dark.