He loved his sister and did his best to protect her. Rich orphans raised by a series of nannies – none who stayed long – other children often took a dislike to them, Lucy in particular. Recently Lucy had been feeling a bit down, since her last boyfriend disappeared one night, after he left the country estate in a huff, riding too fast on that motorcyle of his. Even the perfume he’d given her, ‘Scotch Mist’, did nothing to cheer her.

So he had invited his new girlfriend to stay at the house, hoping that Lucy and Liz would hit it off. Lucy was such fun. She always cheered him up. Surely Liz would brighten up when she learned they were to be married.

Sure enough, the pair went out walking together the next morning. He hoped they were getting along well…

Lucy reached the summer house and collapsed against the door frame, panting. Tony had seemed such a good catch. Rich. Good looking. So sweetly caring of his sister. But now Lucy knew she had made a mistake. She could still feel the tingle of the bullet as it had all but grazed her cheek…

And she would never forget the sight of the motorbike, crumpled, scorched and riddled with holes, and the charred thing that lay beside it.

Oh yes, she had made a terrible mistake coming here. And Liz was still out there, still chanting “You won’t take him away from me. You won’t take him away from me.”

If she could get to the house – or just to the car – she would be safe…