Lynda Plante - Blind Fury

My gratitude to all those who gave their valuable time to help me with research on Blind Fury.

Special thanks go to all my team at La Plante Productions: Liz Thorburn, Richard Dobbs-Grove, Noel Farragher, Sara Johnson, Hannah Gatward, and especially Cass Sutherland and Nicole Muldowney for their committed and valuable advice and support while working on this book. Many thanks also to Stephen Ross and Andrew Bennet-Smith.

To the constant encouragement from my literary agent, Gill Coleridge, and all at Rogers, Coleridge & White. To Susan Opie and my publishers, Simon & Schuster, especially Ian Chapman and Suzanne Baboneau. I am very happy to be working with such a terrific team.

To my fantastic editor at Simon & Schuster US, Trish Todd and her wonderful team: Allegra Ben-Amotz, Stacy Lasner, and Stacy Creamer. My thanks for all your support.

Eva walked between the few parked cars at the London Gateway service station off the M1 motorway. Although the car park was not badly lit, she was nervous in such an alien, silent place. In total contrast were the blazing lights from all the various cafs, paper shops, and games machines. Yet at this hour of the night everywhere was empty, and no matter how well lit it was, she felt uneasy being alone as she passed through.

The ladies toilets were white, vast, and cold, and the strip lighting gave the empty cubicles sinister shadows. There was an orange cone with a sign warning customers of the wet floors, but she didnt see anyone cleaning.

Eva waited patiently for the solitary man serving at the coffee bar to acknowledge her. When he eventually glanced toward her, she asked for a hot chocolate. He stared at her as he used the hot-milk machine, and the only words he spoke were to inquire whether or not she wanted chocolate sprinkled on top of the froth.

Eva carried her drink to a table close to a window overlooking the car park. She was the only customer. Her boyfriend, Marcus, had instructed her to wait for him there, saying he would join her as soon as the AA came and the car was fixed.

Eva and Marcus were on their way to Manchester to meet his parents after announcing their engagement. He had borrowed a friends car to use for the journey. It had started to backfire as soon as they drove onto the M1, and by the time they turned in to the service station, it was obvious that something was very wrong. It was one oclock in the morning and freezing cold, so Marcus had insisted that Eva go inside and keep warm. The only reason the couple were traveling so late was that they both worked in a restaurant and had to wait until it closed for the night before they could start off.

Taking out her mobile phone, Eva placed it on the Formica-topped table by her hot chocolate. From the window she watched a car draw up with a family inside a couple with two small children, one crying and one asleep. She saw the woman carry the sleeping child toward the ladies toilets as the man carried the by now screaming child into the caf. He ordered from the same truculent attendant. Eva watched him put the child down as he selected cakes and drinks, packets of crisps, and Coca-Cola. The family sat at a table at the far side of the caf, away from the window.

Eva sipped her hot chocolate, taking another look at her watch. She fingered her mobile, wondering if she should call Marcus to see if the AA had turned up yet, but then decided against it.

Staring from the window, she noticed a woman walking across the car park smoking a cigarette; as she came closer, she tossed the butt aside. Eva did not see if she had come from a car, but watched her enter the station and head toward the toilets. It was quite a while before the same woman walked out. She had done something to her hair, and even though it was very cold outside, she carried her coat. She was wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt, a miniskirt, and high-heeled shoes. Eva watched her zigzag across the car park, then stop and light another cigarette before disappearing toward the petrol station.

She must be freezing, the girl thought.

Now, looking over at the family, she watched as they opened up the crisps and whispered to each other as one child still remained sleeping, cradled in the womans arms. It was almost one-fifteen, and there was still no sign of Marcus. Opening her bag, Eva began checking through the pockets for something to do. She took out a glossy lipliner and traced her lips. She checked receipts and the contents of her purse, then glanced down at the small overnight bag shed placed beside her.

Just then Evas attention was caught by a man entering the caf. She turned immediately, hoping it would be Marcus, but it wasnt. She heard him order a sandwich and a cup of tea. Tall and well built, he was wearing some kind of donkey jacket and dark trousers. She quickly looked away as he surveyed the caf dining area, and she was still gazing out of the window when she heard the chair scrape at the table directly beside hers.

She could hear him unwrapping the cellophane from his sandwiches, and then she jumped as he said, Cold, isnt it?

She half turned toward him and gave a small nod.

You driving? he asked.

She didnt want to be drawn into conversation and just nodded again.

Where you going to?

She kept her eyes on her empty hot-chocolate beaker. Manchester, she said quietly.

Manchester, he repeated.

Eva picked up her phone and turned completely away from him, hoping he would leave her alone.

You from there?

No.

Im sorry, I dont mean to intrude was just wondering what a pretty girl like you is doing here all on her own at this time of night.

She made no reply, thinking that if she did, it would simply draw him into making more conversation, but her lack of response didnt stop him.

If you need a lift, Im going to Manchester. I drove down to London this morning.

Still she made no reply. Then she heard the scrape of his chair again and hoped he was leaving. She physically jumped when he leaned on her table.

Im going to have another cup of tea, he said. Can I get you something? What were you drinking coffee?

No, thank you.

She didnt turn to watch him head back to the counter, just continued to stare out of the window, willing Marcus to appear. She heard the stranger laughing and asking how long the muffins had been on display. She didnt, however, hear him heading back to the table and was startled when he placed a hot chocolate beside her.

He said this is what you ordered. Ive got sugar if you need it.

No, thank you, I dont want

Before she could finish, he drew out a chair to sit opposite her, putting down a tray containing two muffins and his tea.

Have one of these. He said they were fresh I doubt it, though. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if they were the same muffins I saw laid out when I was last here. He chortled.

I dont want another hot chocolate or a muffin, thank you.

She bent down as if to pick up her overnight bag and could see his thick rubber-soled shoes, the reason she hadnt heard him approach the table.

Dont make me eat both of them go on.

No, thank you.

She felt uneasy, but he was completely relaxed, taking a large bite of his muffin and wiping the corners of his mouth with his forefinger.

Where are you from? I detected a bit of an accent, he said.

Im from the Ukraine.

Really? Ive never been there. What work do you do?

I work in a restaurant, but I am studying English.

Good for you. Must be hard coming to a different country and finding a job when theres not a lot of work around. Mind you, youre a very pretty girl, so I doubt if youd have any trouble.