Tara finally reached the public toilets in a bad mood, worrying the entire way that Sasha had worked out the clue before her. Tara had already passed this way before but stupidly hadn’t made the connection, a fact she berated herself at length about unti...
Sasha Sinclair looked out at the street in front of her, pedestrians wandering by in the heat of the afternoon summer sun, oblivious to her as she stood in the doorway of the Loaded Parrot. She was only a few feet away now from the footpath. That meant sh...
Monday, 9am I wake with a ringing in my ears. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding. Where is it coming from? And where am I? The infuriating sound stops. I groan as my brain slowly reassembles reality, comes to terms with its unfamiliar surroundings. Clearly my fears...
