Tanners Dell by Sarah England

Author:Sarah England [England, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Echo Words
Published: 2016-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

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In the end Noel stayed on for another hour. Ruby had to be sedated for her own safety and the on-duty psychiatrist called from another hospital. By which time she’d divulged quite a lot of information. Or the latest alter to start talking had. Seven year old Tara.

What a day! It was a relief to get outside into the fresh December night air. The car park was floodlit and his Kawasaki ZZR stood alone, bright red and gleaming, at the far end. The ‘Mean Machine’ he called it, enjoying the familiar surge of pleasure as he walked towards it. Age thirty he’d now kind of got the life he’d been after for a while – a stylish loft apartment in Leeds Docklands; the powerful bike; spare time spent in the gym or out walking in the Yorkshire Dales – stopping for a pub lunch in one of the many beer gardens in summer or by a log fire in winter. The only thing missing was someone to share it with. The gay scene in Leeds wasn’t for him after a couple of encounters had left him disillusioned. And of course, working shifts didn’t help. Still…maybe one day. Right here though, and right now, with fatigue setting in and the day behind him, it was good to be young and fit and free.

At ten o’clock in the evening there was no one else around, and once out on the open road the Kawasaki roared across the moors. The wilderness held a strange beauty at any time of year but in the winter when the ebony sky was studded with a galaxy of stars, it was breath-taking, and already the stale heat and stifling mental anguish was way back there in a time capsule. What a God-given pleasure it was to be speeding home after a hard day’s work. Already the sensation of falling into crisp, white sheets after a long hot shower was reeling him in, when he suddenly remembered – damn - he was supposed to call in to see Becky.

A little bit of his joy ebbed away at the required effort that would involve. Surely he could go tomorrow afternoon after the early shift? He was only going to manage about six hours sleep tonight as it was. Whatever it was about the diary could surely wait until then? He’d phone when he got home. Yes, that was a plan. He’d do that – she’d understand. She knew what it was like to be totally done in.

At that moment and out of nowhere, a large black car showed up in his rear view mirror, inches from the tail yet making no effort to overtake. He put his foot down, expecting to leave it standing but several seconds later it was still there, practically welded to his bumper. His heart skipped a beat. Hey, this is fucking dangerous, man!

Glancing into the wing mirror he frowned, puzzled. The bike was clocking up 90mph now and he’d be damned if he’d go faster than that on a public road.

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