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Walking Away from Midnight Tappity-Tap It was a warm evening and Jessie had decided to leave her two sets of bedroom windows open, to facilitate a breeze into her bedroom. Otherwise, she knew, it would be hard to get to sleep with the room soon becoming claustrophobic. She was correct in her assumption, and…
Walking Away from Midnight Click on #WalkingAwayFromMidnight to see all available extracts Shots in the Dark The drive of two hundred kilometres from Paris was going to take over three hours, mainly in the dark. But the Fordhams weren’t bothered with that, it was good to be so far away from the Embassy that…
Walking Away from Midnight Click on #WalkingAwayFromMidnight to see all available extracts The Man in Black The lane running alongside the Fordham house, close to Roc la Tour, led south to Tournavaux or west to Monthermé in the Ardennes Forest. It fell to Jessie, as she had always done since her early teens, to…
Walking Away from Midnight Click on #WalkingAwayFromMidnight to see all available extracts Secrets Albert steered his Citroen 7 through the wide street of the Rue de Rivoli, turning left into a side street. The erratic swish-swash of the windscreen wipers toiling to clear the fine spray of drizzle constantly landing on the screen made…
Walking Away from Midnight Click on #WalkingAwayFromMidnight to see all available extracts Prologue The teenage girl stood at one side of the bed her mother occupied. Her mother looked gaunt, worse than that, her head resembled a living skull, a nightmare figure in her mother’s bed. For a moment she told herself it wasn’t…
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