"Did you see the driver?" Alice demanded, the second Neil's story had come to a close. There was a brief silence following her question, the anticipation in the living room the few moments before he gave his answer analogous to the moment before the presenter reads out the winner's name on the year's most venerated talent contest. Neil, however, didn't seem to gauge the tension. He just shrugged and got out of his seat, hustling the four of them, who had already stood up, towards his front door.
"No, sorry. Didn't see their face. Could've been anyone." He said quite apathetically. To him, what he had seen was no more than an intriguing anecdote, probably the type he would drone on about in the pub after a few too many beers, the story about "the fit, dead bird".
"Anyone." Alice repeated feebly, as he closed his front door behind them. "It could have been anyone." And in that moment, Lilly, once again, felt a lot, lot smaller than her model's height would ever cause anyone to suppose. So microscopic that the heel of her shoe alone would probably tower over her.
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Trust No Bitch: Part 2
Mystery / ThrillerYou think you know the story: 4 women, a dead friend, and an anonymous texter. But think again. It's about to get a whole lot messier, as 4 British university students are about to find out. Full of sex, drugs, and deceit, you've come to the wrong...
