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Chapter 10 Lindsay woke on Thursday morning to the sound of Cordelia pulling the curtains open. 'Look at this view!' she exclaimed. All Lindsay could see was a square of grey sky. 'Do I have to?' she groaned crossly. 'What time is it?' 'Half-past seven. I'm going for a run.' Already she was dressed in the familiar training shoes and track suit. It occurred to Lindsay in her jaundiced frame of mind that Cordelia was certainly fit enough to have sprinted to the music department, garrotted Lorna and sprinted back again without even being out of breath, Cordelia added, I'll be. | Report For Murder Val McDermid Report For Murder Author Vai McDermid Category Thriller Website http Date 28-October-2012 Page 1 145 http Report For Murder Val McDermid Chapter 10 Lindsay woke on Thursday morning to the sound of Cordelia pulling the curtains open. Look at this view she exclaimed. All Lindsay could see was a square of grey sky. Do I have to she groaned crossly. What time is it Half-past seven. I m going for a run. Already she was dressed in the familiar training shoes and track suit. It occurred to Lindsay in her jaundiced frame of mind that Cordelia was certainly fit enough to have sprinted to the music department garrotted Lorna and sprinted back again without even being out of breath Cordelia added I ll be about half an hour. You can have a liein if you want. Lindsay groaned again. Some lie-in I may as well get up. I m awake now. I ll take a walk and see if I can pick up the papers. See you later. And she was off running down the wide staircase. Lindsay struggled out of bed wondering if she could stand the pace and promising herself once again that the fitness programme should start soon. She walked over to the window to see the view and was impressed in spite of her drowsiness. The room looked out over a couple of football pitches to a broad sweep of mature woodland and beyond that to distant hills folding into each other. Even in the grey morning light it was spectacular. She dressed hurriedly and went off in search of a newsagent planning the interview with Margaret Macdonald as she walked. It was shortly after nine when they arrived at Derbyshire House and they went straight to Pamela Overton s study. The headmistress was dictating letters to her secretary but as soon as she saw them she stopped and dismissed her. In the four days since Lorna Smith-Couper had died Pamela Overton had aged visibly. Her face was grey and pale and there were dark circles beneath her eyes. But her manner was as decisive as ever. She .

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