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No Distance To Run

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Witness to a murder; denied police protection, Sammi has no option but to run. Though the longer she runs, the shorter the distance she seems to be from her pursuers...

Sammi just wants to find love on a workshop retreat in the Magaliesberg. She didn’t expect to find a secret code that almost gets her killed.

With the killer’s sight set her, Sammi runs to safety in Grahamstown where her friend Jay is delighted to help her out. But Sammi’s nightmare is just beginning. Grierson, the devastatingly handsome Interpol detective, is determined to implicate Sammi—or woo her. And if he can’t, he’ll go gunning for Jay, instead.

With the revenge-bent Interpol detective, the killer who knows her every move, and Jay’s mysterious past all on a collision course, Sammi will have to draw on reserves she never thought possible to clear her name, stay alive, and figure out Jay’s secret.

Genres: Mystery thriller, romantic suspense, adventure

Language: British and South African English

Pages: Approx 175


“It's a nap for you and some culture for me!” Jay had said as he let himself out, on the way to the lab.

Smiling, I’d taken his advice and tried to nap, but was too jumpy. I wished desperately for sleep, only to have it prove more and more evasive. Every little sound made me tense up, more alert than ever. Eventually, I heard the front door open. Relieved, I woke up and walked to the kitchen. “Jay?”

The man closing the door wasn't Jay. He was a lot heavier in build. He turned around to lean against the door. I gasped at the sight of his face, stepping back in alarm into the wall. It was Mr Menace. And he most certainly was not a ghost! We stood a few moments staring at each other, not moving.

His voice was just as I had remembered it—quietly chilling. “We have a lot to talk about, don't we, Samantha?”

“My friend will be back any second,” I croaked, trying not to show my trembling.

He narrowed his eyes. “Then we'd better talk fast.” He indicated the kitchen chair.

I glanced from it to him, in fear.

“Okay,” he said, pulling out the far chair then sat himself down, never taking his eyes off mine.

I cringed closer to the wall. He was giving off seriously unfriendly vibes. Extremely hostile was closer to the truth.

He echoed himself from the night before. “Who's Henry?”

I didn't answer, still trying desperately to think.

Irritated, he leant forward, elbows on the table.“Who's Henry?”

I stepped back instinctively, putting my hand on the spare room door-frame.

“I won't ask you again,” he threatened.

“I don't know!” I screamed, spinning around to haul myself through the doorway, and slam the door shut. He hit it just as I turned the lock. I screamed again as his next assault on the door revealed just how flimsy a barrier it was.

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