Tag: Stalker
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Twelve. Under Sentence.
Several glasses of wine passed Karen’s lips before she quitted the twilight of Harper’s Restaurant that Monday lunchtime. They were the price to be paid for courage to face the brighter world of the street. This was the cynical Karen, the less talented sister, the wench from a peasant family who had let herself taste…
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Eight. The Woodgate Enigma
“Oh, do come in dear! I’ve just made some tea.” There was about Pamela Woodgate a demeanour which didn’t quite gel with the image of middle-aged respectability she was putting out. The tight, greying hair was just a little too neat, maybe, or the lips around her wide mouth too tight and thin. …
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Nowhere Lane – Chapter Six. A Minor Tapestry
There was a rising bubble of panic in Karen’s chest. Not fear – it could not be fear of the tall stalker who had followed her from the park – she knew herself, didn’t she? She was tougher, much tougher than that! Excitement then? She was almost running through the twos and threes of shoppers…
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