Hand in Glove
Chapter One
There it was: the same sound again. And this time she knew she was not mistaken. Sharp metal on soft wood: the furtive, splintering sound of the intrusion she had long foreseen. This, then, was the end she had prepared for. And also the beginning.
She turned her head on the pillow, squinting to decipher the luminous dial of the clock. Eight minutes to two. Darker-and deader-than midnight.
A muffled thump from below. He was in. He was here. She could no longer delay. She must meet him head-on. And at the thought-at the blurred and beaming clock-face before her-she smiled. If she had chosen-as in a sense she had-this would, after all, have been the way. No mewling, flickering fade from life. Instead, whatever was about to follow.
She threw back the covers, lowered her feet to the floor and sat upright. The drawing-room door had been opened-cautiously, but not cautiously enough t ... read full excerpt from Hand in Glove ebook
