I hadn't slept at all well. I Dreams had haunted me. Dreams of Crystal's naked body dumped in the woods, her wide eyes glazed, staring at the trees high above her. Was it a dream? Climbing out of bed, I suddenly remembered that Alan was in the lounge. I couldn't for the life of me think why I'd left him there as I raced through the hall. I must have been out of my mind. Either that or ... Possessed? “For Christ's sake, let me go,” he hissed as I walked into the lounge. “Jade, what the hell do you think you're playing at? Leaving me here all bloody night and ...” “Shut up, Alan,” I hissed. “Just shut up. Now, listen to me. You were screwing around when we were together. You cheated on Angela and were quite happy to have Jackie suck you off after telling me that you wanted us to get back together. And to top it all, you'd been visiting a prostitute.” “I have never been to a prostitute,” he returned indignantly. “Crystal Marshall was a bloody prostitute.” “Crystal?
