Back Stalker
Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. 44
  47. 45
  48. 46
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  50. 48
  51. 49
  52. 50
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  54. 52
  55. 53
  56. 54
  57. 55
  58. 56
  59. 57
  60. 58
  61. 59
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  64. MORE FROM GEMMA ROGERS
  65. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  66. ABOUT BOLDWOOD BOOKS

We talked some more about various pet shows and festivals that were good to go to. She’d taken Molly to Paws in the Park in Ardingly earlier this year, suggesting next year we could go together. Our plates had been clear for a while, the bill paid for by Debbie this time, and we were just finishing our drinks. She was complaining about her husband, Darren, failing to help around the house, when she absent-mindedly tapped her phone, the time flashing up on screen.

‘Oh god, I better go. I’ve had over my hour. It’s been lovely to see you. I’ll text you when the camera arrives, and we’ll meet for lunch again. Good luck with the new job.’

‘Thanks for lunch. Take care and I’ll see you soon.’

Debbie squashed her enormous boobs against the side of my face in an attempt at a hug, as I patted her back awkwardly. Then she left the café and wobbled up the street towards the office on her high heels before disappearing around the corner. My face ached from all the smiling.

Susie made me another coffee and I ordered a Belgian bun, devouring every crumb as I sat at the back, googling crime statistics for Sutton. It occurred to me, over lunch, that I still didn’t know if the blonde girl had reported Ian to the police. Just how many attacks, attempted or otherwise, had there been? The statistics weren’t helpful, just numbers from last year, nothing for 2017 yet. I tried the local newspaper instead.

My own attack had filled the second page, a piece with a picture of the entrance to Grove Park. Thankfully my name wasn’t mentioned, only my age. The report began ‘a twenty-five year old woman was raped in Grove Park in broad daylight at approximately 8 30 a.m. on Sunday 24 September 2017. The attacker, unknown to the victim, was described as around 5’7”, white, stocky and aged between twenty and thirty years old. He is still currently at large. Detective Sergeant Emmerson of the Metropolitan Police said: “I would like to reassure the public that we are doing everything we can to trace and arrest this man. We believe him to be dangerous and we are appealing to the public to come forward with any information they may have.”’