LEAVING GEORGE: A gripping thriller, full of suspense
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“If you read only one book this year, pick this unputdownable thriller that will keep you guessing until the end.” Claire Harris
“Just when you think you know what will happen there is a clever twist!” Donna Sedley
She made a carefully planned getaway that she thought left no trace...
After twenty years of hell, Pauline decides to leave her abusive husband. Her escape has been meticulously planned so that he will not be able to find her.
In her temporary hideaway on the Cornish coast, Pauline begins to relax and enjoy life again exploring the beach and taking in the simple rural charm. She plans a new life and savours her new found freedom.
Then some strange things begin to happen which make her question her choices.
When her past does catch up with her, it will not be at all what she is expecting.
Follow Pauline's journey in this gripping, suspenseful thriller you will not be able to put down.
“An engaging and thought provoking psychological thriller.” Eva Johnson
Diane Dickson is the author of several crime thriller and suspense novels, all of which are available exclusively on Kindle. They include DEPTHS OF DECEPTION, PICTURES OF YOU, LAYERS OF LIES, WHO FOLLOWS, THE GRAVE and the exciting new release of three previously unpublished novellas in one volume, YOU'RE DEAD.
beside an azure ocean. The gentle rush of waves on the beach both real and virtual lulled her to sleep… It was fear that woke her although it took a while to register. Music played somewhere softly in the darkness. The moon washed the space with silver light. For a moment Pauline lay in the warm bed puzzled by the frizzle of nerves. The smoky note of a saxophone drifted into the room. As she slid her legs from under the duvet goose pimples prickled her bare arms. She realised that she was
stomach quivered with nerves. She looked back, it would be wisest to return to the safety of the bedroom, lock the door and ring the police on her mobile. Yet fear of embarrassment, a disinclination to cause a fuss, maybe even some curiosity; whatever it was something carried her quietly down the wooden staircase. She crept along the hall and stood outside the lounge listening. The music still played, otherwise all was quiet save for the click of the hot water boiler which suddenly chimed in and
he has, this mystery husband? Do you think he’s missed his Pauline?” “No, no you can’t you mustn’t! He can’t know where I am! He’ll come and find me! Oh please don’t do this.” “Give me the bag you took from my pocket and I’ll leave you. I have to tell you though I am feeling a bit impatient now. You’re pushing me and you don’t want to do that.” “I haven’t got anything. I didn’t take anything.” “Oh dear. I see you don’t really understand what you’ve got yourself into here. Those diamonds
covered the ground her brain played and re-played the plan and the timings, the what-ifs and maybes. The little pink phone had blinked from the hall stand as she’d passed. There had been a moment’s hesitation but she could take no risk that he might trace her. She had read that the police, if he went to them, could find the location of a mobile if it was switched on and so she had left it behind. Perhaps it had been him calling? He had received no answer. What would he do? Maybe she should have
have to wind this thing up. We can’t put you at risk.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” It was ludicrous; here she was in the middle of something that she would never in her wildest dreams have thought possible and she was apologising for first of all helping to save some vicious criminal and then for having killed him. From somewhere deep inside the insanity of it all spilled over and – perhaps in reaction to the emotion of the last hour – she began to giggle. Before long her eyes were streaming as she