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2012
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2012
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Date de parution
14 août 2012
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781782341949
Langue
English
Young policewoman Kathryn Jameson is on holiday in the United States when she finds herself stranded in Farnham, a near abandoned "ghost town" where the one and only primary school teacher has just been brutally murdered. Kathryn soon makes the acquaintance of Mena Birch, a sexy, flirtatious young lesbian who is not exactly backwards about coming forwards and who makes her attraction to and interest in Kathryn only too clear. Dragged into the murder investigation, Kathryn soon realises all the clues point to Brian Lennane, one of the pupils of the murdered teacher... but could an eight year old really do that to a grown man?As Kathryn and Mena's relationship grows closer and the case gets even stranger, Kathryn will find her beliefs, her sexuality and her life on the line... because in this town the boogieman is more than just a story and there is a very good reason to be frightened of what's under the bed...
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Contents
Front Matter ..................................................... 3 Title Page ..................................................... 3 Publiser Information ................................... 4
Wîsper în Your Ear.......................................... 5 CHAPTER ONE ......................................... 5 CHAPTER TWO ........................................ 9 CHAPTER THREE ................................... 12 CHAPTER FOUR ..................................... 15 CHAPTER FIVE ....................................... 19 CHAPTER SIX.......................................... 23 CHAPTER SEVEN ................................... 27 CHAPTER EIGHT ................................... 31 CHAPTER NINE...................................... 36 CHAPTER TEN........................................ 42 CHAPTER ELEVEN................................. 46 CHAPTER TWELVE ................................ 50 CHAPTER THIRTEEN ............................ 53 CHAPTER FOURTEEN ........................... 57 CHAPTER FIFTEEN................................ 61 CHAPTER SIXTEEN................................ 65 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ......................... 68 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN............................ 71
Back Matter .................................................... 74 Also Available............................................. 74 About House of Erotica ............................... 78
WHISPER IN YOUR EAR
By Ian Kidd
Publisher Information
Wîsper ïn Your Ear Pubîsed în 2012 by Andrews UK îmîted www.andrewsuk.com
hîs book îs sod subject to te condîtîon tat ît sa not, by way o trade or oterwîse, be ent, resod, îred out or oterwîse cîrcuated wîtout te pubîser’s prîor wrîtten consent în any orm o bîndîng or cover oter tan tat în wîc ît îs pubîsed, and wîtout a sîmîar condîtîon beîng împosed on te subsequent purcaser.
he caracters and sîtuatîons în tîs book are entîrey îmagînary and bear no reatîon to any rea person or actua appenîng.
Copyrîgt © ïan Kîdd 2012
he rîgt o ïan Kîdd to be îdentîIed as autor o tîs book as been asserted în accordance wît sectîon 77 and 78 o te Copyrîgts Desîgns and Patents Act 1988.
CHAPTER ONE
îtte Brîan ennane was sîttîng wît a scow on îs ace. hen agaîn, Prîncîpa Donad Adams reLected wryy as e ooked over te seven pupîs în îs prîmary scoo, îtte Brîan ennane alwaysad a scow on îs ace. He dîdn’t tînk e’d ever seen îm wîtout one. He was quîte te most troubesome cîd Adams ad come across în îs twenty-odd year teacîng career. ï te boy was as troubed on te însîde as e was on te out, Adams Igured e’d ave an ucer beore e reaced te age o nîne. Adams strode over to îm. he cîdren were a readîng quîety - quîte Adams’ avourîte part o te day - but Brîan was just sîttîng tere scowîng. ït made îs overweîgt, pîg-îke ace even more unpeasant to gaze upon. Adams reaced îm and knet down by îs desk. “Probem, Brîan?” e înquîred. Brîan jumped as î dîsturbed rom a trance. “Wat?” e snapped, rater rudey, Adams tougt. “ï asked î tere was a probem,” Adams înormed îm. “You dîdn’t appear to be enjoyîng your book terrîby muc. Actuay, ît ooked îke your mînd was somewere ese entîrey, and somewere not terrîby peasant î te expressîon on your ace was anytîng to judge by.” “Was tere a questîon în tere somewere?” Brîan asked snîdey. Adams ad to resîst te urge to reac out and sap te îtte swîne. He reay was appaîngy obnoxîous. “ïs sometîng wrong?” “ï was tînkîng about te test,” Brîan înormed îm. Adams sîged. “ï knew ît,” e sook îs ead. “Brîan, te test was two days ago now. You aîed. So wat? ït wasn’t a tat împortant.” “ï soudn’t ave aîed,” Brîan saîd sueny. “ïneveraî.” “We, tere’s a Irst tîme or everytîng,” Adams answered.
“ïnever aî,” Brîan repeated sueny. He suddeny turned and ooked at Adams wît an expressîon o pure spîte. “ï tînk you aîed me on purpose.” “Reay!” Adams was ofended. “Wy on Eart woud you tînk anytîng îke tat?” “Because you don’t îke me,” Brîan snared. “Because you’re mean and nasty, and you tînk you can get away wît anytîng just because you’re a grown-up!” “hat’s enoug!” Adams souted. he oter cîdren were ookîng at tem now, wît a mîxture o sock, curîosîty and just a das o maîcîous deîgt. “ï ate you!” Brîan spat at îm. “You’re a stupîd, nasty, mean îtte moterucker!” “hat is enoug!” Adams roared, standîng up and towerîng over te boy. “Go! Get out! ï’m sendîng you ome! et’s see wat your grandparentsave to say about your appaîng beavîour!” Brîan got up rom îs seat and waked camy to te door. He turned and ooked back at Adams wît an îcîy venomous stare. “Grown-ups aways tînk tey can get away wît anytîng,” Brîan saîd vîcîousy. “Butyou’regoîng to get away wît tîs.” He not stormed out. Adams was aware o te cass watcîng îm and made a uge efort to cam îmse down. He was îteray sakîng wît anger. Wat în God’s name waswrongwît tat boy?
“Goddamn uckîng sît!” hose decîdedy un-adyîke words were sproutîng rom te mout o someone wo ooked ar too sweet to be usîng suc proanîtîes. But Katryn Jameson, te twenty two year od poîcewoman currenty on extended sabbatîca, was not eeîng în a very adyîke mood as se stood în te raîn on te sîde o te road besîde er renta car. he tîre ad bown, causîng er to amost cras te car, se’d spent Iteen mînutes gettîng soaked to te bones jackîng te tîng up ony totendîscover te ‘spare tîre’ provîded by te renta company în te boot was, în act, Lat as a pancake to begîn wît.
“Goddamn uckîng sît!” Katryn repeated te vugarîtîes wît extra empasîs. ït dîdn’t exacty împrove te sîtuatîon se was în any, but ît made er ee better. We, a bît anyway. For a second or so. he pretty, petîte brunette contempated er optîons and was just about to use er ce pone to ca or assîstance wen a car appeared to sow down near er. “A knîgt în sînîng armour,” Katryn tougt. “hank Crîst.” Se moved a bît coser to te road, wen te car started up agaîn, teenage boys augîng and ootîng as a uge pudde o water te car crased troug went Lyîng onto Katryn. Drenced, Katryn trîpped and e onto te road, er wrîst aîng at an awkward ange beneat er. Katryn yeed în paîn. Se roed over, examînîng er wrîst genty. ït urt. ït urt îke e, actuay. Katryn prayed to God ît wasn’t broken. Katryn aued erse to er eet and got back în te car to avoîd te raîn, somewere sae and dry se coud ca or ep. hat was wen se notîced ît. he jange însîde er pocket. he pocket were er mobîe pone was. Gîngery, Katryn reaced înto er jacket and retrîeved te pone. ït was sattered. Broken. Buggered. No caîng or assîstance now. Katryn stared at ît în dîsbeîe or a ew seconds, beore Inay expodîng în rustrated anger. “Goddamn uckîngsit!”
Donad Adams Inîsed îs markîng and cecked îs watc. Wît dîsbeîe, e saw ît was neary seven o’cock. “Crîst,” e muttered. “ït’s ardy wort goîng ome now. ï mîgt as we seep ere, ï’ be boody we comîng back în a mînute.” Neverteess, Adams got up rom îs caîr and began struggîng to get înto îs coat. he cassroom door banged. Adams neary jumped out o îs skîn, but tere was nobody tere. here coudn’t be, toug, coud tere? Wat kînd o îdîot woud stî be at scoo at tîs our? Adams made or te door, turnîng of te îgt as e reaced ît.
