Ten: Attenshun
Chapter Twelve: Nothing Would Happen
Chapter Fourteen: Little Things
Chapter Twenty-One: Hired Help
Chapter Twenty-Two: Night Watch
Chapter Twenty-Four: On the Move
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Superglue
Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Hottest Day
Chapter Twenty-Nine: One More Scar
Chapter Thirty-One: Armed Response
Chapter Thirty-Two: Option Three
Chapter Thirty-Three: Stacked Odds
Chapter Thirty-Four: The Beach
Chapter Thirty-Five: The Hollow Woman
Author’s Note: Some of the towns and locations in this novel exist in real life. In fact, I live very close to Usk and Abergavenny and they’re both very beautiful places. I have also visited Brusvily in France many times, and it is equally lovely. But I’ve taken the monstrous liberty of changing things about these places to suit the novel – layout, landscape, the names of shops and pubs. It’s a terrible indulgence, and I beg your forgiveness.
When it regained consciousness, he had already glued its mouth shut.
This excited him. It was like locking the life inside, not letting it bleed out. Usually there was some sort of leakage as something died beneath his hands – blood, breath, tears. This already felt different. He decided that he would use the glue again.
He turned away as it started to twist and moan. The bindings were tight, and he knew that there was no chance of it working its way free. Not in the short time it had left. But for a moment he wanted to observe unseen, not meet its gaze.
