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The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
He smiled, wondering if the owner would miss her handbag. What did she expect, leaving it in full view on the kitchen table last night?
Olivia was a quiet child, but her lack of response was uncharacteristic. She stared at her mother with wide, frightened eyes, her mouth open, a hollow cave devoid of words. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
has given his reasons for declining a solicitor on the custody record.
Who needed ghosts when the family of the dead begged for answers, unable to move on from their loss?
Let the game begin. Enjoyed playing witness? You get to do it again. Ten times over. One crime for every year you kept me inside.
He would never comprehend what I was going through unless I told him, but he'd never look at me the same way again if I did.
Jennifer can no longer ignore the personal connection. Is there a copycat killer at work? Was the wrong man convicted? Or is there something more sinister at play ...
It is my greatest wish that victims of paranormal attack are treated with the respect and compassion they deserve, and that by writing this book, it will encourage others to come forward and share their stories also.
Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.
Soon he would be able to touch her, to feel the warmth of her blood. When the time came, nothing would stop him.
Tomorrow she would begin again. And again. And again. She would do what it took to find her mother. Somebody worthy of her love.
She lived and breathed the streets, and would lay her neck on the line to protect its occupants. But how did she tell an idealist that the world was not black and white?
In Haven, old houses didn't settle. They carried a life of their own, and Blackwater farm was no exception. This was a house that would never be a home. The best they could hope for would be to co-exist with the ghosts of the past.
- The Silent Twin
through his veins. 'Yeah, whatever.' 'Mike, we'll
