Manhunt – Carmencita on the Run
Stupid, pure stupid I was. I don’t even want to talk about it. O Lord Jesus forgive me for all the effing and blinding I did to that shower of miserable bitches. I rue the day I ever agreed to help them. I knew. I knew. It was against my better judgement. Take my advice, if you’re inside and you only have a month to go, don’t even talk to anyone, just keep yourself to yourself.
Everybody is dying to meet her. Literally. She scythes her way through the oddballs who answer her lonely hearts advert, who frequent singles bars or are merely fated to encounter her by chance. Still, it’s no good to dwell on past misfortune, especially when it’s not hers. (Time Out, Carmencita – new edition for Kindle, 2014. £0.77p)