About this Book

It's an early autumn day like any other as Miles Avery drives his wife, Jacqueline, to the station. There's a smattering of rain in the air, the traffic is in its usual snarl, and the radio's churning out the latest news. Nothing remarkable crops up in conversation, nor do either of them appear anything other than their normal selves. At the station Miles draws up just past the taxi rank. Jacqueline gets out, takes an overnight bag from the back seat, then turns towards the platforms. This is the last anyone sees of her.