Read by Nicholas Delvallé
A grainy scene.
CCTV, it could be. Is. The tell-tale time in the corner: 11.17 pm.
A woman crosses the screen, moves down a deserted alleyway. It is late and she is alone.
We switch to stalker point of view. The woman’s heels clip along the road, slow… halt. She half turns – is it possible that someone is following her?
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