Heels and a Tiara by Andrene Low

Author:Andrene Low
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Squabbling Sparrows Press

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The plus on packing now is that she hasn’t had the time or space to unpack since arriving at Sonia’s a mere two days earlier. No time to pick up her pay packet, no time to hand in her notice, no time to return the uniform. Brenda doesn’t even give herself the luxury of changing. Instead, she throws a towel over the molten lead driver’s seat and buckles herself into the Celica. She anticipates driving like a maniac in the near future.

She pulls out of her parking space at the same time there’s a bang on the roof of the car. She’s close to using the towel to absorb something other than heat.

“And where are you off to?”

“Jeez, Sonia, you scared the crap outta me.”

Brenda’s unable to keep the edge off her voice; the girl had given her a hell of a fright.

“Is this anything to do with that crazy Italian bitch ripping me a new one down on the Esplanade?”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, I just had a run-in with the lovely Marcia. Took me a while to convince her I hadn’t been banging her husband.”

“So why the hell are you here? She coulda followed you.”

“She pulled an effing knife on me. I need a drink and a change of underpants.”

“Bleedin’ hell.”

While the two of them might have joked about Hilton’s wife being a sandwich short of a picnic, this is way more serious than Brenda had considered. Stefano hadn’t been kidding about her getting out of town, and soon. “Gotta go!”

Shooting backwards into the drive proper, she nearly takes Sonia out in the process. “Sorry!” she yells through the open sunroof before putting the car into first and accelerating down the driveway to the road. Rather than pull out blindly, she checks carefully in case the crazy tart is in the neighbourhood, but the way is clear in both directions. She turns away from where she’d last seen the light blue Mercedes thinking it better to get away cleanly than quickly. She’s relieved her trip to the main road out of town is without incident.

The last thing she needs is to run into that headcase, or vice versa.

Not that the drive to the Pacific Highway is without risk. There are a limited number of ways out of Surfers Paradise because of the waterways that surround the area. Brenda heads for Southport then shoots across to the Pacific Highway and heads south from there. With any luck, Marcia will be driving around the city streets and not venturing farther afield.

Safely reaching the highway, Brenda relaxes enough to take her eyes off the rear-view mirror. She even shoves a mix tape into the stereo, because long drives are always better with music.

She’s cruising along, inside the limit, and singing with gay abandon when a sixth sense nudges her to look in the rear-view mirror.

The chorus sticks in her throat.

There’s no mistaking the make of car and the colour is easy to spot, too. Even if it’s a reasonable distance behind her.

Dammit, you’d think with her leaving town, the bloody woman would give up, but no.

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