'I buried him behind the shed. Yeah, I did. Had to, didn't I? What else was I to do, huh?' 'So you admit you murdered him?' 'Didn't say that, did I?...
Alongside him, the fresh-faced rookie cop edged his polished toe-cap away from the blood oozing out the body at their feet. Yes, he was once like...
‘I’m an enigma. They don’t know what’s going on with me.’ He raised his arm and the pattern wobbled and changed. ‘See?’
Each word seared Sally’s mind. Their desire and need swept away her caution. His hand slid beneath her skirt, stroked her thigh, fingertips sliding beneath underwear, touching, teasing.