It was only 7.30 on a cool July morning and the station was quiet, most personnel on daytime shifts having not yet arrived. Stratton was looking good in a closely fitting navy suit and a cream silk blouse. Her long hair was loose, framing her face and lying on her shoulder...
Freezing damp was seeping from the walls which Shaun had stripped of their paper and Tina had inadequately tried to patch up with pink emulsion the colour of Elastoplast. And because one of Shaun’s recent DIY efforts had been to pull out the old storage heaters used by the previous tenants, the o...
Also bereft. The image of Saul Xavier’s face was still lodged in her head for almost every waking minute. Constantly she heard his voice and relived the sensation of his touch. Listening to and playing music – always a refuge before – now seemed like torture. She was always wondering how he would...