Roses, always roses [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONE Trembling, shaken, Donna Kent inched her way slowly into the parking space beside the Mini and the Transit van in the yard at the back of her shop. It was a tight squeeze, though she did appreciate her luck in having a private parking spot in the heart of Richmond. It wasn't the awkwardness of parking that was making her hands tremble, it was the way she had been plunged into the past only five minutes ago by Daniel Conrad's doppelganger. She had glimpsed the man only briefly as he pulled up beside her at the traffic lights on her way into town, and by the time she registered why his face was so familiar he had turned left at the filter light, leaving Donna to stare after the bulky black Volvo as if it were being driven by a ghost. Of course it hadn't actually been Daniel Conrad, just someone who looked like him. Or rather, someone who looked as he had looked six years ago. The bastard had probably changed during the past six years. Who didn't change in that length of time? Besides, what would he be doing in Surrey when his business, his home, his wife and all his relatives were in Lincolnshire? She asked this of herself because some ten days earlier something similar had happened. She had been driving the van on that occasion, just north of Surbiton, but the look-alike had been on foot, had crossed the road some two hundred yards in front of her and, excellent though her eyesight was, she had not been able to see his features at that distance. But there had been something, just something about the man, that had reminded her of Daniel Conrad. Donna had dismissed the incident then as she dismissed it from her mind now. She had other things to think about, plenty of them. She got out of her