Something tells me we're not in South Africa any more
Back straight. Shoulders squared. Her form is imposing. Short blond hair and intense brown eyes complete the look. She is a woman in a man's world. There is no room for emotion or uncertainty. That was why she had left England - weakness. It was too difficult to give up her front and when it had begun to crumble it was for nothing.
The past is a bitter and jealous mistress. Best to break things off while the getting is good.
Absorbed in her own thoughts of work and cases, Carol Jordan doesn't even notice that when she turns a corner she is no longer in the heat of South Africa. It is not until she feels a brief gust of wind that she bothers to look up from her file and takes in her surroundings. Panicked, she turns back toward where she had come from only to see an empty street and not the hallway to her office.
"Bloody Hell..."
The past is a bitter and jealous mistress. Best to break things off while the getting is good.
Absorbed in her own thoughts of work and cases, Carol Jordan doesn't even notice that when she turns a corner she is no longer in the heat of South Africa. It is not until she feels a brief gust of wind that she bothers to look up from her file and takes in her surroundings. Panicked, she turns back toward where she had come from only to see an empty street and not the hallway to her office.
"Bloody Hell..."