JOSEPHINE COX
The Beachcomber
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Publishers 2003
Copyright © Josephine Cox 2003
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Source ISBN: 9780007302000
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This book, and every book I will ever write, is for Ken, a man amongst men, my soulmate and inspiration forever.
CONTENTS
‘WHAT THE HELL does he think he’s doing!’ As the car lurched forward, Tom fought to keep control. He had been taken by surprise when the car following seemed to deliberately crash into his bumper.
‘He’s coming at us again, Daddy!’ The two children in the back were thrown hard against the seat-backs by the first bump. They screamed