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the pair were in their late forties with tell-tale signs of hard physical labour (sunburnt skin and stained clothing), builders perhaps.  There was a quick (and notably feeble) exchange of drunken blows between the two, then they shook hands and stumbled further off down the street. 
         My eyes were in the middle of making their way back to the café when they caught sight of a figure in a darkened alleyway.  I frowned as I tried to focus my eyes to enable me to distinguish his appearance.  From what I could gather, he was wearing a knee length black coat with the ties hanging loose and unused at his side and the collar turned up around his neck.  I caught a quick glimpse of his hands before he shoved them into his pockets.  He had on black leather gloves.  Further down his body were dark trousers I thought to be made of denim.  On his feet were black boots.  With his coat open I could vaguely discern a light grey shirt, possibly with the top few buttons left undone. 
         With his fashion effectively analysed, it was time to take a look at the man himself.  I couldn’t see much of his face as he had on a pair of black sunglasses, but from what I could make out, it was handsome in a roughish way, with dirty blonde hair flopping down the sides.  The casting shadows caused his contours to be submerged amongst the darkness, but I was able to see he was broad shouldered and muscular.  His stature screamed masculine power and self-assurance.
         I tried to move onto my next subject of scrutiny, a young girl playing hopscotch with her friends on the pavement, but for a reason I couldn’t explain, I felt an undeniable force guide my eyes back to the mysterious man.  I looked at the place where the shadows had hidden his face and drew a sharp intake of breath.
         He was staring right back at me, sunglasses held delicately by the tips of his fingers.  My spine began to tingle as my female intuition warned me that something wasn’t right.  I wanted to yank the window shut and leg it back to the safety of the spare room, but couldn’t.  I was trapped, fascinated by his unwavering gaze.  Like a rabbit caught in headlights I was rooted to the floor next to the window.
         Just when I thought I couldn’t stand much more of the tension, he abruptly turned and disappeared into the darkened depths of the alleyway. I suddenly became aware I had been subconsciously holding my breath when I felt air rush out of my lungs.
         At that moment the shrill ringing of the phone disrupted the peace once again.
         I couldn’t take much more.  I was scared out of my wits.  Someone was hunting me.  Before I even knew what I was doing, I found myself shut away in the spare room and under the duvet cover, attempting to hide from the outside world, as my mind raced to unravel what I had witnessed. Was this just paranoia induced by the mysterious note I had received? Or was someone playing games with me?
     
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         Hunger pains woke me up around two in the afternoon.
         With all the fear and tiredness that had built up over the past few days, it was not surprising I had cried myself back to sleep.
         I stretched and wiped my tired eyes then went in search of some food.
         Nothing was in the fridge apart from coconut yoghurt (Yuck!) and some cheese so horrendously mouldy that even a mouse wouldn’t risk a nibble.  The cupboard wasn’t all that promising either as all it contained closely resembled rabbit food masquerading as cereal.  Does she ever eat?
         There was only one thing for it.  I had to go and brave the outside world in the name of food.
     
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         I ended up outside the café opposite the flat - the one I was spying on earlier.  In fact I was sitting at the same table those women were, but unfortunately I had no gorgeous guy eyeing me up.  In place of the cocky men was a snotty kid with ice cream smeared across