CHAPTER THREE.
I went to Tiffany’s hair stylist, while Fitzgerald took a walk down Burelli Street to the council office block.
It had been almost a week since coming out of hospital, and I’d never spent such a miserable time in all my life. Not because of the operation or even my hair, despite the pain they both brought me whenever I looked in the mirror, but mainly because of the small child who ran out in front of me during the hold-up.
There still hadn’t been any word of her, and the papers had relegated any mention of the story to page seven.
“There’s not a lot I can do with this,” Lisa said, dragging the hair to the right side of my head between… Continue reading Chapter Three