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       Girl on the Platform

      JOSEPHINE COX

      

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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

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      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers 2008

      FIRST EDITION

      

      Copyright © Josephine Cox 2008

      

      Josephine Cox asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      

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      EBook Edition © AUGUST 2009 ISBN: 9780007343423

      Version: 2017-08-10

       Dedication

      This book is for my Ken, as always

      Table of Contents

       Title Page

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

       About The Author

       Other Books By

       About the Publisher

       PART ONE

      Friday August 2007

       Woburn Sands

       Boys’ Night Out Chapter One

       Chapter One

      ‘A night in London?’ Mark had never been to the city. ‘That sounds good to me.’

      ‘Great!’ Pete slapped him on the shoulder. ‘I promise you, we’ll have a cracking time, but you’d better be ready and waiting, or I’ll go on my own.’

      ‘You won’t!’

      ‘Just watch me!’

      ‘All right, keep your shirt on. I’ll be ready.’

      At first, Mark wasn’t sure if he wanted to go to London and see a show. His idea of a good night out was down the pub, enjoying a pint of beer and a game of pool. If he pulled that was a bonus, but Pete had convinced him and now he was really looking forward to it.

      Pete explained the plan. ‘Remember, you’ll need to be here by six-thirty or we’ll miss the train.’

      Pete was fed up with the same old routine—go to work, come home, have your tea. Then down the pub. And now that Cathy had finished with him again, he was feeling miserable. So when his dad won two tickets to the hit show Joseph, he gave them to Pete. ‘Take Mark with you,’ he said, ‘it’ll make a change for you both.’

      Pete thought it was a great idea. This was the last day of his holiday, and he really needed to do something different before he went back to work on Monday.

      As agreed, Mark drove up in his old Ford at exactly six-thirty. Pete told him to park it on the street: ‘So Dad can get in and out of the drive.’

      Mark looked Pete up and down. ‘Get you!’ He noted Pete’s new jeans and black leather jacket. ‘Hope you didn’t go to all that trouble for me!’

      ‘Not likely?’ Surprisingly though, Mark had made an effort. His fair hair was newly cropped, and he was wearing a black jacket and a pair of really skinny jeans that made his size ten feet stick out like barges.

      ‘Come on then!’ Mark was already walking out the door. ‘Let’s see if London night-life is all it’s cracked up to be.’

      ‘Don’t go wandering down dark alleys!’ Pete’s dad called after them. ‘You never know who’s about.’

      ‘Aw, Dad! I’m not a kid anymore,’ Pete told him. ‘In case you’ve forgotten, I was twenty five last birthday. I can look after myself.’

      Mark squared his shoulders. ‘If anybody tries to pick my wallet, they’ll be sorry!’ Punching the air with a clenched fist he quipped, ‘One look at me and they’ll run a mile.’

      Pete told him not to be so cocky. ‘You’ll only be asking for trouble. Just remember, we’re not out to pick a fight. We’re out to enjoy ourselves and to check out the sights and pleasures.’

      ‘What “sights and pleasures”?’

      Pete

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