She halted for a moment, smoothing down her skirt, which was riding up a little, and doing up the top button of her blouse. Maybe she should have worn her light grey suit with these shoes, but that was in the case she’d left at Sarah’s. It didn’t matter – she was just glad that another job interv...
There was no sound except the gentle rustling of the leaves above him as he stood, lost in thought, on the quiet country lane. The scent of grass came to him on the warm air and he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment of peace. They had been due a bit of luck. Days had stretched into weeks with n...
Little Cross House was anything but little – a grey, sixteen-storey tower block, jutting up to loom over the cramped terraced houses of Southville. An open swathe of rough grass and concrete encircled it – like a huge impact crater, as though the enormous structure had been dropped from the sky. ...