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Hunter in the Shadows — Jennie Melville
Pawn in a Game of Terror
Her name was Stella. She was a widow, still young, still lovely, but with her memory clouded by grief. She did not know that a dark conspiracy was stripping her of friends, relatives, protectors. She did not know the stranger who appeared at her door, claiming to be her lost husband. She only knew she did not believe this man yet she could not resist him.
He said he was her husband, but her husband had been dead for ten years. He knew his way around her flat, he knew her friends and everything about her. At first Stella thought "they" were merely trying a new kind of pressure--after all, he wasn't the first to come calling. But from the moment he walked into her flat, she knew she wouldn't be able to dismiss him as easily as the rest. At a time and in a place where danger and violence were scarcely concealed beneath a thin crust of normality, he brought the menaces nearer, gave the nightmare a new dimension and provoked in Stella a mixture of emotion she chose not to label--not even when death literally reached out and brushed her cheek or when a sudden tenderness almost betrayed her into trusting the stranger.
Her name was Stella. She was a widow, still young, still lovely, but with her memory clouded by grief. She did not know that a dark conspiracy was stripping her of friends, relatives, protectors. She did not know the stranger who appeared at her door, claiming to be her lost husband. She only knew she did not believe this man yet she could not resist him.
He said he was her husband, but her husband had been dead for ten years. He knew his way around her flat, he knew her friends and everything about her. At first Stella thought "they" were merely trying a new kind of pressure--after all, he wasn't the first to come calling. But from the moment he walked into her flat, she knew she wouldn't be able to dismiss him as easily as the rest. At a time and in a place where danger and violence were scarcely concealed beneath a thin crust of normality, he brought the menaces nearer, gave the nightmare a new dimension and provoked in Stella a mixture of emotion she chose not to label--not even when death literally reached out and brushed her cheek or when a sudden tenderness almost betrayed her into trusting the stranger.