It gave him a terrible pang to see how merrily and confidently Revenge bounced up the ramp of the lorry, thinking he was going to a show. ”Fen went over to the window, fighting back the tears. I need to lay you and the ghost. At a nearby desk a horrible old man, sweating in a check wool suit, with eyebrows as big as moustaches, was leering at her.
p Fen, and she too had seen the black hatred in Jake’s face when he held that knife to Rupert’s throat. Jake had long been one of her heroes. Even worse was the time Helen came downstairs, ashen, because her mink coat, given her by Rupert on their second anniversary, was missing. He’s a pratt, knows bugger-all about show-jumping.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.