It was just a harmless flirt, she thought. A bit of banter with the old git, a few drinks she couldn't have afforded and paid for with a few kisses and letting him cop a feel of a tit until he came in his pants then home. She hadn't expected him to follow her, drag her into the alley behind Billingham's, press her up against the wall and stare at her with his little piggy eyes.
"Please..." His grip around her throat was making her hoarse and faint. "You're hurting me..."
His features rippled like a waxwork in a horror movie. She would have screamed if she had the breath. The last thing she saw as the darkness took her was her own face staring at her from an oversized business suit.