Momentarily she woke to the receding sounds of the wheelbarrow drifting back to sleep unperturbed. She woke late. “Jack!” Answered by silence she called again, a new edge in her voice. Hurrying to his room she found it empty. Now wide awake she dialled the police.
“Jack is missing. You have to find him.”
“Calm down. How long’s he been gone.”
“Sometime in the night. Quickly you have to come and start looking. I heard a wheelbarrow. You’ve got to help.”
“Perhaps, in twenty-four hours if he’s still missing we’ll file a report.”
“No you have to start now.”