Subterfuge
Everything is not as it seems
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Her eyes sprang wide open as the car door opened and a dark figure in a long trench coat and fedora got in beside her. The hat was pulled down almost to meet the scarf covering the bottom half of his face, muffling his voice as he spoke. ‘Drive.’
She switched on the ignition and looked at him, seeing only the reflection of her frightened face in his mirrored sunglasses. ‘Where to?’
‘Just drive. Start by going left at the lights and follow the road until I tell you to turn off. NOW GET GOING.’
The last words were shouted and she jumped involuntarily. He was obviously trying to intimidate her. Well let him think it had worked, she was secure with Rick in the back. Looking in her mirror as they approached the mini-roundabout, she saw Paul and Bill running to the car. Good, the lights were red so they’d have plenty of time to catch them up.
‘I wouldn’t bother looking for your backup; they won’t get far without these.’ He held up the plug leads in a gloved hand, dropping them on the floor with a short, mirthless laugh. ‘Nice try Ginny, but I saw you with him this morning and I figured you might pull something like that.’
It was Nathan! There was no need to pretend, the shock was real. She’d convinced herself that it wasn’t him. ‘But why send the note to Carrie? You must have known she was out of the country.’
‘Because there’s nothing anyone could blackmail you with.’ He laughed again and it was a dirty sound. ‘Miss Whiter-than-white-pure-as-the-driven-snow. But not for much longer. You can come out now Rick, we’re out of the town.’
What? How did he know about Rick? They had never met. She looked in her rear-view mirror, not recognising the cruel grey eyes and thin lips smiling back at her.
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About the Book
What was it her Dad used to say about facing her devils head on? “Think about the worst thing that could possibly happen to you. Get past that and everything else is easy.” Well, there was no doubt what her worst fear was. Rape. Why? Alone in a house with six men who had just seen her naked, that was a complete no-brainer.
When Ginny’s Saturday night bath is interrupted by the victims of a car crash and her Uncle’s house is invaded by a group of strange men, the outcome seemed fairly predictable. But everything is not as it seems, including the Uncle she thought she knew. She has no choice but to put up with their attentions as each one is distracted from the task-at-hand, but she seems to have fallen for the rottenest apple in this particular barrel. With a spicing of international political intrigue, blackmail, a bent ex-soldier and an incestuous cousin, Ginny needs every ounce of wit and strength to survive the long weekend of simmering tensions. Who can she trust as the drama not of her making reaches its twisting, turning and seemingly inevitable conclusion?
About the Author
Jo Green has had a couple of paid jobs: 20 years writing software for telephones (far more entertaining than it sounds), 8 years trying to teach maths to children who would far rather be playing with computers/mobiles/anything (much harder than you could ever envisage).
Half a century of people, countries and experiences are fighting inside her mind, all desperate to get themselves down on paper. So many stories, so little time.
She apologises to all those characters who truly deserve an airing and gives an assurance that if you recognise yourself in any of the books it is because you were more fascinating than most.
Jo lives with her husband and three children in the middle of