Deadly Games. Steve Frech

She hurries to the door since the bar is about to close and goes inside.

      I twist the key in the ignition.

      She must have followed Mr. Parker, waited for a while, decided that he had just packed it in for the evening, and come back to the bar to harass me a little more.

      Too bad. I hope Katie tells her that I left an hour ago.

      I pull a u-turn and drive off towards the cliffs.