The closing of the car door, tip towing through the grass, leering from afar, as he watched.
Slam had went the front door, with arms full of groceries as Francis placed them down on the kitchen counter top, of Claire's cottage.
The cool brisk wind rattling the chimes, of the back door opening, Francis had stepped out for some fresh air.
He saw something moving over in the hedge, not too far from the cottage.
Francis headed towards...