Chapters (20)
- Cover
- About the Author
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- Dedication
- December 1938
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
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- THE PERFECT GERMAN LEBKUCHEN BISCUITS
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- PROLOGUE
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She eyed him back with equal disgust. ‘All these years I blamed Mam for everything going wrong, when I should’ve been looking closer to home. It was your fault Mam left and your fault Gran died. What kind of son forces his own mother to stay behind during an air raid?’
Fearing his daughter would be overheard, Callum clapped his hand around her neck and over her mouth. ‘Shut your filthy, lyin’ …’
From behind, someone gripped Callum’s wrist, forcing him to release Suzie. Twisting it painfully, his assailant pulled Callum so that they were nose to nose. ‘You don’t remember me but I know all about you, Callum Haggarty,’ said Felix. ‘Your daughter’s correct. You’re a thief and a liar, and a bully to boot.’
‘Who the hell are you?’ said Callum, fearful that this man appeared to know a lot about him.
‘I’m Felix, Roz’s boyfriend, she’s told me all about you,’ hissed Felix, ‘and from what I’ve just heard, I think we need to have a word with the police, don’t you?’ Callum tried struggling, but Felix’s grip was like iron. Turning pleading eyes to his daughter, he begged her to tell Felix to let go, but Suzie shook her head.
‘If stealing off people in a raid isn’t bad enough, I just caught you red-handed trying to pick pockets.’
By now, and with Callum restrained, even more people were turning to face them.
‘Someone’s nicked me wallet,’ cried one man, ‘somebody check ’is pockets!’
Suzie deftly picked both her father’s pockets before he could move to stop her.
‘You sneaky little …’ Callum began, but Suzie silenced him with a withering glance.
‘If I am, it’s only because I learned from the best.’ She examined the three wallets and watch which she had removed from his pockets. The man who claimed to have had his pocket picked pointed at a brown leather, rather tatty-looking wallet.
‘That’s mine,’ he said, holding his hand out.
Suzie handed it over and waited for the man to check its contents. As he did so, the crowd parted to let a policeman come through.
Recognising the policeman, the man whose wallet had been returned spoke to him directly. ‘This good-for-nothin’s stole me wallet, Charlie, and I daresay the other two ain’t his neither, nor that watch.’
The policeman took the remaining stolen goods from Suzie and asked the people around them to check to see if they had anything missing, before turning to Callum. ‘Well, well, if it isn’t Callum Haggarty, can’t say I’m surprised.’ He looked at Suzie, ‘I see you’ve turned it into a family day out.’ Shaking his head, he added, ‘The apple hasn’t fallen far from the tree, has it?’ Taking some handcuffs from his person, he indicated for Suzie to hold her hands out, but was immediately met with an outcry from the crowd, as well as Felix and Suzie.
‘She didn’t do anything wrong,’ said Felix, ‘it was Suzie who caught him.’