As andrea turned off the motorway onto the road to Brockbourne, The Small village in which she lived, it was four o'clock in the afternoon,but already the sun Was falling behind the hills. At this time in December, it would be completely Dark by five o'clock. Andred shivered the interior of the car was not cold, but the trees bending in the harsh wind and the patches of yesterday's snow still heaped in the fields made her fell chilly inside. It was another ten miles to the cottage where she lived with her husband michael. And the dim light and wintry weather made her feel a little lonely . she would have like to listen to the radio, but it had been stolen from her car when it was parked outside her office in London about two weeks ago, and she had not got around to replacing it yet