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 […]
Three
What the fuck is his name? “I’m making pasta. I was going to make risotto, but my flatmate’s used all my Arborio rice. Would you like some?” “What I’d really […]
Two
Having sex with Marina would be a bad idea, in the same sort of way that taking a toaster into the bath with you is a bad idea, or drinking […]
One
And so it starts with a whisper and a sigh. Something in the dark is stirring. I can feel it waking. * I open my eyes and find that he […]
