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She lay with her head cradled in her arms, her knees drawn up tight against her chin... Did she think I wouldn't come back? Is that what persuaded her to uncradle her poor head and lift her pain-filled eyes to mine? I have no idea if that was the moment she died - they said afterwards it probably was November 1978. Britain is on strike. The dead lie unburied. rubbish piles in the streets and in West London 'mad Annie' dies in a rain-soaked gutter.
Her passing would have gone unmourned but for the young woman who finds her and who believes - apparently against reason that she was murdered. For something passed between Annie and Mrs Ranelagh at the moment of death.
ISBN:9780330373258
