THE HOUSE AT SEA’S END

snow? What if it turns, brandishing an axe?
    The figure turns, pulling the hood away from its face. It is Cathbad.
    ‘I love her so much. I never thought I would love a baby this much.’
    ‘I know.’ Nelson strokes her hair.
    ‘What if something happens to her?’
    ‘It won’t.’
    ‘How do you know?’
    Nelson says nothing. She can feel his heart beating through the thin T-shirt. She shivers.
    ‘You’re freezing. Get into bed.’
    ‘Don’t leave me,’ says Ruth.
    ‘I won’t.’
    ‘Cathbad!’ Judy winds down the window, with difficulty because it is covered with snow. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’
    ‘Don’t switch off the engine,’ says Cathbad. With a deftmovement he opens the door and jumps nimbly into the high vehicle.
    ‘Are you going to Ruth’s?’ asks Judy, closing the window and edging forward once more.
    ‘Where else?’ Cathbad is shivering even though, under his cloak, he is sensibly dressed in a parka and combat trousers.
    ‘She’s not there.’
    ‘I know.’
    ‘Then why?’
    Cathbad calmly adjusts the seat so he can stretch his legs. ‘I don’t know. I just had this feeling. I rang earlier and I got a bad feeling about the girl who answered the phone.’
    ‘A bad feeling? Jesus, Cathbad.’
    ‘Why are
you
here?’
    ‘Nelson had a bad feeling about her too.’
    ‘Ah.’ Cathbad sounds satisfied. ‘So Nelson’s starting to trust his instincts. That’s good.’
    ‘Is it?’
    ‘For him, anyway. Careful.’ The car begins to slide.
    ‘It’s icy here.’
    ‘The temperature’s dropping.’
    No second sight needed there. Judy’s dashboard says minus five degrees. The windscreen wipers scrape against ice. Judy can see only a few yards in front of her face.
    ‘You were mad to try to walk it,’ she says.
    ‘There’s a pleasure sure in being mad,’ says Cathbad, ‘that none but madmen know.’
    It’s a typical Cathbad answer. Judy decides to ignore it, she needs all her concentration for driving. Cathbad seemsperfectly relaxed, humming under his breath. Last year, he was involved in a car chase with the boss. If he can survive that, nothing will faze him. Despite everything, though, Judy is glad to have company. The Saltmarsh, featureless in the dark, is a spooky place. The presence of another human, even one prone to irritatingly gnomic utterances, is indescribably comforting.
    Ruth’s cottage seems to come from nowhere. One minute they are crawling along through the unchanging white nothingness, the next, the blue gate is beside them and they can see the three houses, their roofs rounded with snow. The security light comes on as they park outside. Everything else is in complete darkness. It is two a.m.
    ‘The houses either side are empty,’ says Cathbad.
    ‘I know.’ Judy switches off the engine. ‘I wouldn’t live here in a million years.’
    Outside it is so cold that Judy feels her heart clench with shock. Cathbad, though, seems fully recovered. He jumps down and makes for the front door. The wind is stronger here and the snow has formed fantastically shaped drifts, almost as high as the windows.
    ‘Shall I knock? The bell’s not working.’
    ‘Cathbad?’ Judy hates herself for this but she’s scared. Suddenly too scared to move another step. ‘What if—’ She stops.
    Cathbad takes her hands. Despite the cold, his hands are very warm. ‘Judy,’ he says. ‘You are strong. You are a wonderful, strong human being.’
    And the weird thing is, she does feel strong. Strong enoughto wrench herself free from Cathbad and hammer on the door. ‘Open up!’
    The sound echoes inside the house. Then silence. Judy and Cathbad look at each other.
    ‘We’ll have to force the door,’ says Judy. ‘I’ve got a crowbar in the jeep.’
    Cathbad holds up his hand. ‘Shh.’
    Very slowly, the door opens. The chain is still on and a small voice calls, ‘Who is it?’
    ‘Police.’ With shaking hands, Judy pushes her warrant card through the gap in the door.
    There is a rattle as the chain comes off and they see a blonde girl, very young and scared, a blanket wrapped round her shoulders.
    ‘I’m Sergeant Judy Johnson. DCI Nelson sent me.’
    ‘I know you, don’t I?’ says Clara. ‘You were at the party the other night.’
    ‘Where’s the baby?’
    ‘Upstairs.’
    Judy bounds up the narrow stairs. She isn’t scared now, adrenaline rushes though her. Whatever she is about to see – and during the drive she has imagined every horror possible