Pulling up to the house, Frankie was concerned. The gate hung askew and the grass grew long enough to hide in if you had to. “I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt” she decided, getting out to open up.
Frankie had been chatting to Tony for about 6 weeks now, they had met on a “Dates for Divorcees” dating site. It gave the impression of being an upmarket dating site and they had hit if off quickly. Tony seemed ideal, he owned a house, liked to cook and designed websites for a living. This ticked her boxes. Frankie had always liked creative people, she found them interesting.
Stopping behind an old Peugeot she noticed the paint was peeling off the bumper and the driver’s door was a different color to the rest of the car. “I wonder whose car this is?” she thought to herself, assuming that Tony’s car was in the closed garage.…