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  2. Love crime, thriller and mystery books?
  3. Also by Valerie Keogh
  4. Dedication
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  53. Acknowledgements
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She stared out at the dark night sky where the man in the moon laughed down on her.

Was Victor out there enjoying his little jokes at her expense, trying to mix up her head with those shoes and that damn mouse? Maybe when he saw he’d failed – when he realised that she was no longer the vulnerable, biddable child she had been – he’d leave her alone. She knew he had to be following her. Watching her every movement. He had to have been one of those thousand unremarkable faces that had passed her by or hovered in the periphery of her vision any time the last few weeks.

An unsettling thought shot through her mind. The police had thought Flynn was to blame for the packages since they’d started to arrive shortly after he came into her life. It was too glaringly obvious a coincidence for them to ignore. But what if Victor had been watching her for weeks, maybe months, and it was only when Flynn came on the scene that he decided to make his presence felt.

Back when she’d been an adoring fourteen-year-old, Victor had vowed undying love. As had she. ‘I’ll love you forever,’ she’d said, starry-eyed. But forever for a child doesn’t last long, there’s no concept of the following year, the future as remote and as alien as a distant planet.

Victor may have loved her. She’d read a lot over the years about people with abnormal sexual predilections. He probably had loved her as much as he was capable of love. But that was because she was a child, he’d have no interest in her as an adult. The love he’d professed to be unending – it had ended once she grew up – hadn’t it?

Hadn’t it?

Maybe Victor had really loved her.

And maybe he still did.

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The unsettling idea that Victor might still be in love with her stayed with Jodie the rest of that weekend. It crossed her mind that she should tell Flynn the truth, explain that she’d been a child when she’d had her baby, that it hadn’t happened after her mother had died as she’d allowed him to assume. He might be taken aback but he’d understand. Then she could tell him about her worry that Victor was behind the packages.

But every time she opened her mouth to explain, other words came tripping out. The next day… she’d tell him then… but when Sunday arrived, it was the next day again. They were good together: lots of laughter, warm, loving glances, the constant need for contact between them, a fleeting touch, a caress, an enveloping hug. All so good, she didn’t want to spoil it. There would be time enough for the nitty gritty of life to edge its way in.