The Shepherd – Lamb to the Slaughter (Chapters 12 & 13)
Chapter 12 No alarm, no watch, no sound, but John Shepherd, lying there hands behind his head whilst contemplating the ceiling of his small cell, knew it was time to get up. Not a prison cell; he had complete freedom to go wherever he wanted. No, this small space was a sanctuary, his safe haven, the one place where he was protected from the unknown figure that taunted his…