Just Good FriendsChapter 2
It was another muggy evening and Alan Ayre was restless, so he got into his car and drove around with the windows down and just enough volume on the CD player to hear it. Alan had no destination in mind, but he found himself near one of the town's late-night clubs. He also had no desire to mix with the revellers who were issuing out of the doors, usually in pairs or small groups, but one group of four young women seemed familiar; they were walking, arms linked, towards the station and the...