. Dick headed along the footpath; a cold shiver went through him as the drop in the temperature got to him. He stopped suddenly and frowned; his shoes were making a crunching noise in the snow, but he could have sworn he could hear more than just his footsteps. He whirled around alert for anything, convinced someone such as a mugger was creeping up behind him. Dick shook his head when he saw the path between him and his car was deserted. You have muggers on the brain tonight Dick, he told himself. He felt himself going into a cold sweat as he stepped backwards, his eyes darting from side to side. It was at that moment he saw the footprints on the footpath next to him. His own were quite distinct, but what he couldn’t understand was, there were other prints alongside his. Next to his were smaller prints, which he would have guessed were from a woman’s shoes as there were small heel prints. Alongside them, was almost double the number of much smaller footprints? They were obviously made by a small child, who was taking two steps to every one of the woman’s. What puzzled him even more was the fact they had stopped next to where he had stopped. His first thought was they had had visitors earlier before he returned home; which would account for the prints, but how could they when they didn’t lead right to our front door?
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