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?


3. Where I'll go

They arrived a couple of hours ago, and they took me to the police station, into a little empty room. They’ve just been asking me question after question after question, nothing I didn’t prepare for though.

“Where were you on the eve of the 14th May, when Mr Thompson, our local postman, was thought to be murdered?” The head cop asks, staring right into my eyes. He’s called Sergeant Copson. I had to hold back from asking him how his father liked the police force. Cop’s son? I think it’s pretty good if I do say so myself. But I’m not laughing right now, no way. This is my future, everything I say here.  It will decide if I live in a cell, or somewhere nice.

“I was asleep, trying not to dream about my mother” I reply, hoping it could at least soften his view on me. Just a poor girl who’s grieving over her late mother.

“Right, Jeffers, “ He looks over his shoulder at a younger, good looking trainee cop, who’s holding the notebook that contains my entire life. Where I’ve been, my friends, my school, everything I enjoy is in there, “Get that down.”

The trainee- Jeffers- nods and begins to scribble my words down.

“And did you succeed?” It takes me a few seconds to realise what he means.

“No, sadly not.” I reply. My mother haunts me everywhere.

“Right. Get that too Jeffers.” I’m starting to rather pity Jeffers. It can’t be particularly fun to have to stay schtum and write down every detail of a conversation, while your senior gets to interrogate every suspect. Everyone like me. I was quite surprised they even came to question me, but they said because of my suspicion of the postman in the first place, I would have good reason to kill him. I never knew the police were so clever.

Sergeant Copson carries on interrogating me for another hour. When he finally decides to let me out, my legs almost fail me for stiffness I take a final look back at Copson, and his eyes narrow, as if to say:

 ‘I know your game, missy, but you’re not the only one who can play it’. I hurried out quickly, before he could see the fear creep across my face.


Back at home and lying on my bed, I can’t stay calm. My aunt’s coming this afternoon, to adopt me, seeing as my mother’s dead and my father gone. Somewhere. I need to get away, the look Copson gave me was enough to tell me that. If I don’t, I’ll have to stay in a cell for the rest of my life, which could be a good long while.

A remote area, perhaps a farming district seems to be a decent option. It has to be somewhere that no-one has ever heard of, somewhere that’s just random, that doesn’t take up more than a few millimetres on the map.  I’ll never find it just thinking about it though, so I grab some of my mother’s maps from the attic, and lay them all out on the table.

First, I find London. It’s where I’m living now, so it would be helpful to actually know how far I’ll have to go.  Scanning over the map, I make a guess that getting far away is the only option I’ve got; I’m not clever enough to disguise myself and stay in London.  Moving my finger upwards, I place it on the Lake District. I once went there on holiday with my mother…my late mother. At least I’ll know a bit about it.

My eyes dart over the little area of the map, until I spot the smallest little dot of a house. . There is not a house anywhere near it, just empty land and streams. Perfect. I'll steer clear of the house and get into the space.

It’s just getting there.

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