Tallie has always been normal. Just a girl at school living with her mum.
But that's all changing now.
After her mother was murdered, and the murderer never charged, she took matters of law into her own young hands. But it all went wrong. She's got to escape before everyone realises the crime she's commited. Living in a hut on a deserted moorland is her only option. Until David arrives.
He can help her; he's a police man, the only one on her side. Soon Tallie is deeply in love with David, but is he all he says to be? Or is he in fact the very man she is running from?


5. Preparation

Finally, I have a suitcase packed with food and clothes, and a rucksack filled with camping equipment: Gas stove, Paraffin, Tent, Mallet. That sort of thing. I’m ready to go, dressed in my thickest coat, my hiking boots on and my gloves and hat on to keep me warm. I’ll need a secret route to the station; if the police spot me with a suitcase and rucksack, they’ll take me straight to the police station for another round of questioning. I can’t let that happen.

I need to go round the back of my house, to the alleyway that takes me all the way to the station and then hop on my train fast. I’ve ordered the tickets under a random name: Jodie Moor, so it should protect me from all the police searches.  Picking up my heavy bags, I swing the rucksack onto my back and drag the suitcase behind me. Locking the door for a final time, I breathe in a gulp of the refreshing air. I’m gone.

The alleyway stinks of cigarette smoke, probably from the gangs that hang round this area. There are beer bottles smashed on the bumpy concrete, and countless pictures of male private parts drawn amongst the other graffiti. On the floor, spillages of alcoholic-smelling liquid are everywhere, I have to do hopscotch feet to dodge it all. My hiking boots are comfy, and they have cushioned soles, but I hope they’ll keep me comfy for a long while, so I’ll be able to walk properly in them. They are a little too big, so they will hopefully last a bit longer for me.

Once the end of the alley comes into view, I see the station ahead. Hurrying on, I reach the entrance and carry on through the shiny glass double doors, to the ticket desk.

A stern-faced woman looks up at me.

“How can I help you?” Her voice is surprisingly girlish, high and sweet.

“I ordered a single ticket to Manchester” I don’t want to say too much, I just want to get my train as quickly as possible.

“Name?” She looks as bored as she sounds.

“Erm, Tal- Jodie Moir” I recover myself before I spurt out my real name.

“Right then, Jodie, your ticket is here.” She passed over a white, slim piece of paper. My safety.

“Thank you” I say politely, and walked out onto the open platform. I check my watch, it says twelve fifteen. The train is on time, according to the overhead board, and it should arrive at twenty past. At least it’s only five minutes.

“Jeffers, have a good time, we’ll see you back on duty in a week’s time, is that correct?” The Sergeant’s voice cuts through the few people standing in between him and me. I swing my head round to see the whole police force standing in the not quite crowded enough station. My heart thudders to a stop. Jeffers is right in the middle of them all, laughing and chatting to his copper mates. He must be going on my train, which means I have never been in as much danger in my entire life. I have to hide.

 I run to a bench, and sit facing away from him. The train glides into the station, and I am as relived to see it as I would be to see a guardian angel. Jeffers stands up and nods to his fellows. He dashes to the doors and is the first man on board. I choose the carriage furthest away from him, but it’s going to be a tricky journey. I’m going to really need some luck on my side.


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