Come the Fear (2012)
Come the Fear
“Nottingham was in his chair, hands together under his chin. He’d been asleep at home, stretched out in his chair in just shirt and breeches, when one of the men had pounded on the door.
He’d dressed hastily and walked to the jail. Walton’s body lay in the cold cell they used as a morgue, part of his skull gone, the ball buried behind empty eyes. The apothecary said the girl would live; the bullet had only grazed her head. He’d bound the wound and given her something to make her sleep before let...ting her go home with her friend. She’d been trembling, too fearful to speak, bursting into tears every time she tried to open her mouth.
‘Just be glad she wasn’t really hurt,’ the Constable said. ‘For the love of Christ, what were you doing, John?’ Sedgwick raised his eyes and shook his head.
‘You weren’t paying attention. You let him get away from you and a girl was almost killed.’ He sighed and pushed the fringe off his forehead then poured himself some more ale. ‘You know better than that.’ ‘I was thinking about this child snatcher and James.’ ‘I don’t care that Walton’s dead,’ Nottingham continued, slamming his palm down on the desk in anger.MoreLess
He’d dressed hastily and walked to the jail. Walton’s body lay in the cold cell they used as a morgue, part of his skull gone, the ball buried behind empty eyes. The apothecary said the girl would live; the bullet had only grazed her head. He’d bound the wound and given her something to make her sleep before let...ting her go home with her friend. She’d been trembling, too fearful to speak, bursting into tears every time she tried to open her mouth.
‘Just be glad she wasn’t really hurt,’ the Constable said. ‘For the love of Christ, what were you doing, John?’ Sedgwick raised his eyes and shook his head.
‘You weren’t paying attention. You let him get away from you and a girl was almost killed.’ He sighed and pushed the fringe off his forehead then poured himself some more ale. ‘You know better than that.’ ‘I was thinking about this child snatcher and James.’ ‘I don’t care that Walton’s dead,’ Nottingham continued, slamming his palm down on the desk in anger.MoreLess
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