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woolly stockings Megan will move heaven and earth to catch up with them,' Anne-Marie said. 'And when she does, she isn't going to let them hang around to spill the beans, is she?'
    'But meanwhile, the law will be looking for Angelina anyway,' Andy countered. 'What if they get to her first? She, you , can't go to them voluntarily. If only I'd got into Indira's body a few seconds earlier, she wouldn't have stabbed that bloke.'
    'Well, it's a bit late to worry about that now,' I reasoned. 'All I know is that Hacklebury is going to let Megan kill Maud, thinking she's Angelina, so Megan will have a clear field for whatever devious plan it is she's hatching.'
    'Well, whatever it is,' Anne-Marie said, 'it means she's got Hacklebury all to herself again.'
    'I can't believe that one woman could be so bloody evil to another,' Andy declared. 'I mean, I knew from what Teenie said that she was a nutter, but to actually kill another person in cold blood...'
    'After what she did to me,' I said, 'killing someone hardly seems that much. Dying would be preferable to spending years being treated like a damned dog. If you hadn't come to my rescue, who knows how many years Angelina and me might have spent trapped in that awful dog outfit. From the way Megan was talking before, I reckon it was meant to be a life sentence.'
    'And now this other poor bitch has taken your place,' Anne-Marie said, 'although it looks like her life sentence is going to be a very short one.'
     
    'Get that lacing tighter, Burrows.' Megan Crowthorne leaned back against the wall of the outbuilding, her mouth twisted sideways into the grin that was peculiarly her own. 'Come on, man, pull her gut in.'
    The servant, Burrows, tugged dutifully on the laces that tightened the midriff section of the dog costume around the prone girl's body, and shook his head. 'Seems like she must have put on a bit of weight these past couple of days,' he muttered. 'Either that or that great oaf Erik was even stronger'n he looked.' He pulled again, and now there were the first signs of life returning to the drugged girl, for the head - which Megan had taken the precaution of enclosing in the dog-faced hood herself before summoning Burrows to help - began to stir, and faint groans emanated from within; groans made incomprehensible by the cunning gagging plate Megan had secured in place first.
    Burrows still thought the girl he was preparing was Angelina. Only Tom Quickby, who had eventually not only found the body of Garfield, but had finally released Megan from the dog suit, knew the truth and he was temporarily out of the way, sworn to silence and despatched to bring the investigator, Marjoribanks, who Megan was certain would be able to track down the real Angelina and silence her as she herself intended to silence Maud.
    She peered down at the helpless, brown-clad figure and its four curiously matched limbs with their artificial paws and the expressionless dogface, through which she could now see eyes finally beginning to open. She cut short a laugh, for it was uncanny how the dog suit removed all signs of individuality from its wearer, whoever she might be. Yes, Hacklebury would have his final moments of enjoyment with what he thought was Angelina, and he would never be any the wiser, if Megan had anything to do with it.
    She grimaced and turned away towards the door, trying to shut out the memories of the hours she had spent within the suit's tight embrace, unable to speak and unable to stand other than on all fours, as she had been forced to stand while that brattish whore Angelina forced Erik to take her at pistol point. 'Just you wait, bitch!' she hissed beneath her breath as she emerged into the crisp afternoon sunlight. 'I'll repay you for that, be assured of it. No, I'll not have Marjoribanks kill you straight off, that I won't. Once the hue and cry has died down, methinks I'll have you back here for a little while longer. T'would be a shame to leave your nice kennel empty, that it