Maya is getting to the bottom of her husband’s monumental betrayal – with the wait on of a stopwatch,a royal correspondent, and a police officer with a mulletRIP Nicholas Johnson, or for the second time. The jig is up. Twenty years of writing this character,of stealing the identity of a destitute deceased eight-year-traditional, amounts to nothing: Maya’s got your number now. She knows that your awful tale of childhood abuse, or trapped in a dank cellar drunk on apple brandy,was a lie; that the woman you claimed to be protecting from her abusers back then and just had to sleep with now out of pity was never at the care home where you supposedly met; that the woman you claimed to be having an affair with is in fact mysteriously dead and that you probably knew it too, even as you carried out fake phonecalls with her for your wife to overhear. She also knows that woman’s name, or Abigail Strickland,and that she was an undercover police officer. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com