CHAPTER TEN
WEDNESDAY 18TH JANUARY 2017 – BOURNEMOUTH
The flat was dim, the air stale and sharp and she cursed that she’d agreed to help Madeleine move out her things. She glanced at her watch. Eleven minutes past eleven. Fifteen seconds until eleven twelve. She had been noticing eleven eleven a lot lately. The recurrence of the numbers alarmed her, especially when she saw them on a digital display, four straight lines glowing red at her, four slices of time: We mean something and it’s up to you to figure out what. She had no way of deciphering such a thing, if such a thing could be figured out. More likely it was an accident of time. Her eyes drawn to the clock, her brain logging the single number series, isolating that series as a pattern. For some inexplicable reason humans notice pat
