Fourteen
My heart sank as I opened the door to the flat; it was empty – empty of Sophie, anyhow. I could feel it; not only from the waves of coldness […]
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Thirteen
The day before they let me out, a man came to see me. I was sort of half-dozing at the time – not really asleep as such, but I’d found […]
Twelve
The voices are hushed and anxious, zoning in and out, blurring into the background music of bleeps and clatterings. They come and go, sometimes saying strange things. One in particular […]
Eleven
“Can you ever have too much of a good thing?” Marina laughed, pouring more champagne into my glass, winking slyly. The word ‘yes’ came to my tongue, but I swallowed […]
Nine
Sophie was making sandwiches, humming happily along with the radio. She smiled as she spread the finest possible film of warmed butter over the bread, then carefully placed translucent slices […]
Eight
We could hear the throbbing of the music quite some distance away as we strolled alongside the creek. Soph is never knowingly on time for things, and it was obvious […]
Seven
Deptford Bridge looked surprisingly exotic in the fierce sunlight. People were wearing t-shirts and sunglasses in the unusual heat, lounging lethargically against the concrete station walls as they waited for […]
Six
She looked at me very hard for several long, long moments, and then nodded and lowered the gun, resetting the safety. “Ok. You’re not a murderer,” she said numbly. She […]
Five
The important thing is confidence. “You can get into practically any party, however exclusive,” she’d told me gleefully, way back when. “You just have to look as though you belong. […]
Four
“Don’t stare, you idiot.” “Sorry.” We are sitting in the window of an Italian restaurant opposite Briar’s hotel, which is swathed in police investigation tape. A dour doorman watches the […]
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