Chloe was lying one her bed, unsettled by the visit from the police. a hard knot of unease roiling around in her stomach and nausea close to the surface.
Since coming out of prison, she had determined to get her life straightened out, her past life was behind her, sloughed off without a moment’s regret Out on licence after serving half of a four-year sentence, any misdemeanour could see her back inside for the rest of her sentence and that was simply not going to happen. Ever.
She had the job in Simpson’s for which she was grateful even if it was not the most exciting job in the world. What she really wanted was to become a crime writer, and so once a week she went to a writing class at the community college on West Street and was teaching herself to type with more than two fingers o
