Ryan’s voice was urgent. ‘Jenna? I’m at the stable. Can you meet me?’ ‘I don’t know. I’ll try. Give me a few minutes. If I can’t, I’ll call you back.’ Mum was still at the kitchen table when I went down. ‘Where’s Dad?’ ‘On the phone to the police. I sent Charlie to play upstairs. He knows something’s wrong, but I don’t want him overhearing anything. How are you feeling?’ ‘Oh, OK now. You were right – it was the shock. Listen, nobody’s been over to the horses. I’ll nip down and see to them.’ A frown line creased her forehead. ‘Maybe I should come with you.’ ‘No, you stay with Dad. I’ll take Raggs. It’s broad daylight and if there’s anyone around he’ll bark. I’ll take my phone and I’m only in the next field.’ ‘I don’t know . . .’ ‘I won’t be long. And Dad might need you. We can’t leave the ponies any longer or Ollie will eat his way through the hedge. I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen to me in the paddock.’ ‘OK,’ she said reluctantly, ‘but be quick.’ I flew down the garden with Raggs racing beside me.
