”“I wonder where they have their base. Must be one of the small islands to the north. I just hope the Pretty Jane will not run into them.”Tony t...ought about that.“I guess, we can try to find them at the entrance to the strait on our way back and escort them as far as the Torres Strait, just to make sure.”Mr. Boyle nodded and more was not said. The strange sail disappeared over the horizon, and the convoy continued their journey through the Arafure Sea and the Torres Strait. From there, they ran. ’ Stepping over the prone Hanny at his feet he lifted his other hand carrying the plastic bag and removed the baseball bat, dropping the bag to join the other rubbish on the concrete floor. ‘I was going to use you as an alibi, but I think now I’ll just finish you all off. The police will find you all dead and think that one of the layabouts has gone berserk. It will keep them looking for a vagrant, take the heat off of me.’ ‘You’re mad.’ Stepping another step forward he raised his arm, the. She knew how much a punishment would be hurting the young woman. Especially if she wasn’t used to it. Eventually, Katherine Cook announced, “Thirty six!” And Ellie exhaled deeply. Katherine placed the bloodied paddle on the table next to where the young lady was lying. She stroked Ellie Mitchell’s cheek gently before walking across the living room and then returning with a thick leather strap. “Right, young lady, how are we feeling?” Katherine Cook brushed Ellie’s blonde hair back behind her. The cool air smelled of autumn and harvests. It was going to be a great opening night for the house.Inside the barn was bathed in red and gold lights and several tattered black curtains sealed off the different parts of the place. An old hay wagon was parked just inside, littered with a few bloodied bodies of would-be trick-or-treaters. A bloody axe and rip-saw lay close by while another fake victim dangled from the rafters, ready to be rendered into hamburger.Brandy continued to follow the.