The eight-year-old boy had vanished from the car and - as if by slick, sick magic had been replaced by a note on the steering wheel . . . 'You don't love him'... At the height of summer a dark shadow falls across Exmoor. Children are being stolen from cars. Each disappearance is marked only by a terse note -- a brutal accusation.
The eight-year-old boy had vanished from the car and - as if by slick, sick magic had been replaced by a note on the steering wheel . . . 'You don't love him'... At the height of summer a dark shadow falls across Exmoor. Children are being stolen from cars. Each disappearance is marked only by a terse note -- a brutal accusation.
