6/23/2023 0 Comments Dire Straits by Helen Harper![]() ![]() ![]() There must be at least forty more houses in front of me before the road finishes in what I already know to be a dead end. I take my eyes off the peeling green paint on the door frame and scan ahead. I don’t feel I have much choice, however. This isn’t the kind of street where anyone should spend time lingering, let alone someone on their own. In fact, I know that if there were anyone around, they’d be startled to see a lone woman sitting here. ![]() Considering the neighbourhood, I’m not surprised at that. A few cars have driven up to the crossroads behind me before turning either left or right, but none so much as slowed down. It’s been forty-seven minutes since Devlin O’Shea entered the house and I’m starting to get itchy. I sit in the driver’s seat, sipping at my overly sweet – and now very cold – tea. ![]()
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