The sequel is now named: In The Wicker Wood - Secrets Uncovered.

The second WW book is progressing, sometimes I feel the plot is writing itself - other times I would tell everyone I'm suffering from Writers Block. But that is BS - I'm just a lazy sod dossing. If it wasn't for my dream sequences, when my subconscious takes over and runs with the plot: I would be lost.

“Bob? It's Harry. Sorry for ringing you on the mobile, but other channels are not available. I gave up the landline, the bloody broadband was shite, no use at all...”

“Calm down Harry, you're all over the place, you didn't ring me to whinge, God help us, like every other businessman in the rural about the slow WIFI. What is it?”

“Bob can you come down, please, I found something that might be related to Bowen.”

“Give it to the locals Harry, or HQ: I'm retired.”

“It's a list of names, in an old biscuit tin, left on my doorstep, to coin a phrase. One of the names is Paula Stafford. The ones we identified: their names are there as well, Bob.”

“Cross of Christ! Are you sure. This could be someone messing with you Harry. Where did you say you got it? Yes I remember now – left by the fairies when you were away.”

“I don't think so Bob. But if it's genuine, there's a lot more that eleven names, a lot more than eleven victims.”

“We only found eleven graves. Are you telling me Bowen killed more girls?”

“Bob, the list has twenty seven names. Twenty Seven!”

“God. Harry can you meet me somewhere, you would consider a safe place for a meeting? This has implications we can't imaging: now especially when Bowen is supposed to be dead, but Detective Fanahan swears he is still alive and out there somewhere.”

“Owel? Tomorrow Dawn? We will be just two fishermen looking at the dawn rise.”

“Clever Harry, not the Sunrise, the dawn rise of feeding fish. Can I bring Shay?”

“Good idea, Bob, we need someone still serving, especially if he is inclined to listen to us. See you about four AM.”