LIGHT IN DARKNESS 


By Tessa Harvey


Glad had an idea. "Where you used to live," she said carefully, "did you know any of the other girls very well?" 

"Not very well. We weren't really meant to see much of each other."

"Did you ever see a girl called Simone?" Glad tried hard to keep the desperate tone from her voice. 
"No, not Simone. Nobody was that name."

Then Gladys had an idea. "Your real name isn't Lacey, is it?" "No, it's...it's Eloise Roberts."

"If I show you a photo" - Glad went quickly from the room and came back with a photo of a pretty young woman.

Lacey looked hard at the picture. "Yes,"  she finally answered, "that's Annie. Only she looks a lot worse, she thought sadly.

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"H - hello, Miss Smit," stammered Simone. The older woman looked around the dirty room disparagingly, noting the discarded clothing scattered around, and slightly noxious atmosphere. "Not doing very well for yourself, Annie, are you. Where's that boyfriend. Gavin is it?" Her voice was mocking, her eyes contemptuous.

"Simone is my name!"

"You are in no position to put on airs and graces. You owe money and have none, isn't that so?" The younger woman looked at her, suspicion crowding into her eyes. "It's your fault he's gone. You did it!"
"It didn't take much to persuade him!" retorted the older woman dismissively. "Just a bit of money and the threat of Don."

Apprehensively Simone looked at the big man behind Miss Smit. He did not look very bright, but there was an air of menace and cunning about him.


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