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At the hospital her husband Colin tells her he is leaving and moving to London with his mistress.

Bree has already booked to attend a conference in New Zealand during summer vacation. With double tickets bought and Colin gone, she invites Jenny to come with her.

In New Zealand the small commuter aeroplane they fly in crashes in thick bush country. The pilot is killed and Jenny and Bree try to survive by themselves....

Police in England tell Colin, Bree has been involved in an air crash and is missing. Colin flies out to New Zealand but his intentions are not those one would expect from a worried husband....

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Publisher	Writers Exchange E-Publishing
Author	Ross Richdale
ISBN Number	1920972110
Word Count	49, 493
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Chapter One Headteacher Bree Ashworth yawned, gathered up an armful of folders and headed out her office door. Sunset Grove Primary had had more than the usual problems over the long exhausting week and there was still the PTFA meeting in two hours. As the attractive blonde woman headed through the empty outer office, a buzzer sounded. She turned to see a red console light flashing. This alarm was activated by class teachers for emergencies and came from the Badger Room, Jenny Dench's Year One class. Bree frowned. Jenny Dench was the youngest teacher on the staff but was also the daughter of her parents' friends from way back. Why was Jenny still in the building? It was after five and the caretaker should have locked up by now. Perhaps there was another short- circuit. The new system had had more than its fair share of teething problems. In one deft movement, she turned on the television surveillance system and pressed button twenty-three. It flicked alive, and Jenny's screams vibrated from the speakers. "Oh my...!" Bree gasped. The folders in her arms fluttered to the ground. A man was in the room, attacking Jenny. Even it those few microseconds Bree saw Jenny slumped backward over her desk, kicking and shrieking as a man wrestled with her. Bree hit another emergency button, hoped the caretaker was still on the premises, and headed outside. She ran along the corridor and headed upstairs to the Top Hall. Trust Jenny's room to be one of the farthest away! To her relief, the Top Hall lights blazed. She could see Badger Room Door leading off the opposite side. The screams and thumps reached her senses first. Without really thinking of any consequences, she tore in the room. Jenny was pinned back over her desk with her skirt hauled up, her stockinged feet kicking into the air. Her shrieks had changed to almost inaudible sobs. "Perhaps next time you might..." the attacker snarled. Jenny managed to wriggle an arm free and gouge her fingernails down the man's face. Blood oozed from the wound but this only made him more violent. He slapped her face with so much force she staggered sideways and crashed onto the floor. "Leave her alone!" Bree screamed. She launched her slender frame at the man and managed to topple him sideways away from Jenny. The petrified younger woman crawled away, but Bree had more immediate problems. The attacker turned and, with one almighty swing of his arm, knocked her sideways onto a floor mat. Before she could stagger to her knees, heavy work boots kicked out. His leg movement was a blur; Bree felt a sharp pain in her ribs and gasped in agony as she crashed sideways over one of the Year One tables. Another kick grazed off her head. She screamed at the excruciating pain, but managed to roll sideways to fend off the third kick. The man sniggered. "So, Headteacher Bree Ashworth is about to meet her maker." Bree could see grinning lips and eyes totally devoid of empathy. The man lunged at her but she anticipated the movement, pulled back and pushed a child's table between them. The man flung the table aside and grabbed her hair, pulled her head back and squeezed her throat. Her despair turned to utter terror when she couldn't breathe. A chuckle filled the air. He was enjoying himself! The room spun and her vision blurred as she tried to swallow. She had almost lost consciousness when an object flew across her vision. A heavy mop hit the intruder across his body. Her attacker staggered back and released the pressure on her throat. His arm came up but the mop swung a second time and sent him careering across the carpet. A thickset man dived at the would-be rapist but the element of surprise was over. Spluttering, and with tears pouring down her cheeks, Bree managed to crawl further away between two more tables. She pulled herself up and saw John, the caretaker, run towards the door in pursuit of the man who had attacked them. She attempted to speak but purple clouds enveloped her and she sank, unconscious, to the floor.

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