You have arrived at your destination.’
Zoe peered through the car windscreen and frowned. ‘I don’t think so.’ This wasn’t the ‘attractive, semi-detached residence in easy walking distance of shops’ she had been looking for. This was a slightly down-at-heel cottage, miles from anywhere.
‘Great!’ She tugged open the glove compartment and pulled out her atlas. ‘I finally get a car that I can rely on, and the satnav’s a dud.’
A quick look in the atlas, then she was on her way again.
‘One day, I’ll be able to afford a new car,’ she muttered, though she knew that wasn’t going to happen any time soon, not on a junior estate agent’s salary, and certainly not if she kept prospective clients waiting at the houses she was supposed to be selling them.
As she drove off, behind her the curtain in one of the cottage windows fell back into place, then the person who had been watching her stepped back from the glass.
Two days later, and with a sinking sense of déjà vu, Zoe
