Chapter Sixteen
Having finally managed to cross Park Lane—which, to a pedestrian, was akin to crossing a busy motorway—Fiona was swallowed into the relative peace and immense greenery of Hyde Park. She’d found that, providing there were no big events on, it was a great place to go running. So large it never seemed crowded—big events notwithstanding—but always having people around, it felt safe.
Keeping to a gentle jog until she got away from the busier area of Hyde Park Corner, where tourists gathered as they entered and exited the Tube station, Fiona was careful not to collide with any of the people peering at maps, guidebooks and phones.
Soon, though, as the area opened up and path after path filtered big groups into smaller ones, couples and solo folk, she picked up her speed. Her fe
