Yvonne s rise and fall
Yvonne. There was a knock on the front door. Actually it was more like someone thumping it. She swore to herself - she’d only just returned home after a fruitless night out with Alec. She had wanted to go back to his place but they had argued and she had walked out. She couldn’t remember why they argued now. She had started to undress so grabbed a coat from the stand and slipped it on, walking to the door. ?Who’s there?, she shouted through the door. ?Police, Miss, please open the door?. ?What...