Suzy Quinn K

Don’t Tell Teacher: A gripping psychological thriller with a shocking twist, from the #1 bestselling author


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       About the Publisher

      We’re running. Along wide, tree-lined pavements, over the zebra crossing and into the park.

       ‘Quick, Tom.’

      Tom struggles to keep up, tired little legs bobbing up and down on trimmed grass. He gasps for breath.

      My ribs throb, lighting up in pain.

      A Victorian bandstand and a rainbow of flowerbeds flash past. Dimly, I notice wicker picnic hampers, Prosecco, Pimm’s in plastic glasses.

      No one notices us. The frightened mother with straight, brown hair, wearing her husband’s choice of clothes. The little boy in tears.

      That’s the thing about the city. Nobody notices.

      There’s a giant privet hedge by the railings, big enough to hide in.

       Tom cries harder. I cuddle him in my arms. ‘Don’t make a sound,’ I whisper, heart racing. ‘Don’t make a sound.’

      Tom nods rapidly.

      We both clutch each other, terrified. I shiver, even though it’s a warm summer’s day.

       Tom gives a choked sob. ‘Will he find us, Mum?’

       ‘Shush,’ I say, crouching in my flat leather sandals, summer dress flowing over my knees. ‘Please, Tom. We have to be quiet.’

      ‘I’m scared.’ Tom clasps my bare arm.

       ‘I know, sweetheart,’ I whisper, holding his head