CHAPTER ONE
The adage that your entire life passes before your mind’s eye in the split second before you die is not true.
The mini-cab driver knew that for a fact; she was certain that nothing could be further from the truth.
In her case death was painfully long drawn out suffering, and apart from the odd fleeting moment her total attention, her absolute concentration was focused on her personal agony.
Death in truth had yet to come, but she had tasted it many times she believed over the past six days and she prayed that the final darkness was close, very close.
Her torment must, had to, end.
There could be few who would not understand had they been aware of what the plump, not especially attractive 37-year-old Ukrainian, had been through.
For one day less than a full week Grazyna Litavincuk had been eating herself to death.