He always knew love was a weakness, he just didn't think it would be his.
Imogen Hargreaves is a former detective that finds herself walking right back into the life she'd left behind. Not only does drama ensue but she manages to catch the eye of t...
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Grimpen Village has a small population, mainly being kept afloat, and it's businesses alive, because of tourism. People want to see the 'hound' - personally I still think it's bollocks.
Baskerville isn't too far away and has a mine field to keep trespassers away; that alone says something about what kind of things they do in there. Then, just between the two, is Dewer's Hollow where Henry says he saw his father being mauled by the devil.
Arriving at the village, we saw a tour just finishing, being given by young man in a rain mac and some shorts; the tourists seem enthralled by the trip they've been on, like children at a fair. Walking past, we saw his handmade board, warning to 'beware the hound', he was also warning them to keep away from the moor at night.
Now is that because there's a danger or because then the fable falls apart? Either way, it's more business for the Inn.
I glance back at the man before we enter the Inn - Cross Keys - and stifle a laugh at the horrendous mask he puts on resembling a hound. My eyes hand on the board outside of the pub, seeing it advertising boutique rooms and vegetarian cuisine. Just mac 'n' cheese it'll be for me then.
"I'll get the rooms." I announce, leaving them to have a look around and strolling over to the bar. A youngish man comes over to me, the elder off talking to John down the other end of the bar. Maybe the two are related - they look a little similar.
"How can I help you, darling?" He greets me warmly and I smile, resting my arms on the counter top. Danny, according to his name tag.
"Could I get three rooms please?" I request.
The mousy haired man nods, "How long for?" He asks.
"I'm not sure yet - let's just say two nights for now, yeah?" I decide, not having a clue how long any of this could take. We may not even spend a single night here but better safe than sorry. I don't really fancy sleeping in the jeep.
"Single?" He inquires, a flirtatious tone slipping into his voice, and I know he doesn't mean the kind of room I want. I try not to laugh, scratching the back of my neck as I process his boldness.
"Nope." I shoot him down. His face reddens and he quickly disappears down the back to get me some keys. I notice Sherlock has gone outside and John is currently talking to the owner and the chef. He knows how to draw a crowd.
Danny walks back over with three keys, placing them on the bar and then proceeding to lean on it. "Here to see that hound then?" I can tell he's trying to suss out why I'm here. I suppose not many people do come for anything other than the hound.
"Something like that." I hum, wondering when we should go and see Henry.
"Well, lass, just don't be having a stroll near those minefields. Lucky to be blown up so they say, and that's if the hound doesn't get to you first." Danny warns me, tone jovial but a slight seriousness behind his words.
