He paused, scratched his head with his pen, as if to recall something he had forgotten ‘…and,’ he stuttered,‘something has turned up at the church, over the last few months, we’ve had reports of moving lights at night. Youths probably, come down from the caravan park, drinking, playing ghosts, larking around.’ She turned fully and looked him directly in the face. ‘He is young, almost too young to keep the law, never mind enforce it,’ she thought to herself ‘Is there a connection? ...