The New Girl

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Ingrid Alexandra

The New Girl

 

You’ve only just met.

But she already knows you so well.

 

When Rachel moves into the spare room in Mary’s flat, everyone is quick to jump to the conclusion that there’s something strange about her. Everyone apart from Mary.

And when Rachel starts sleepwalking, everyone’s fears grow. But there’s something about the new girl that Mary can’t help but trust, and having recently escaped a toxic relationship, she needs the support.

Rachel becomes a friend and an ally, and Mary soon discovers that they have more in common than she ever could have imagined.

In fact, Rachel seems to know more about Mary than she knows about herself…

EXTRACT

My head’s pounding in time with my pulse as I stare at the peeling paint on the stark, white walls of the waiting room.

‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ Cat’s words, spoken as I left the apartment this morning, reverberate in my mind. She thinks I should be talking to the psychiatrist Doctor Sarah referred me to. She thinks they’ll be able to help with my memories, ‘if they’re real’. She doesn’t believe me, I can tell. And now the doubts have crept in,

stealing through the hangover haze, dulling the burn of determination. My stomach feels like a washing machine. I should have eaten something, but I lacked the appetite. Of course I don’t want to do this. No one wants to have to do something like

this. But what choice do I have? Knowing what he’s done,

that he’s after me . . .

‘Miss Baker?’ 

I stand abruptly, like an offi cer called to attention. A twenty-something, slim female cop with fl uffy, ash-blonde hair tucked under her cap beckons me from the doorway.

‘I’m Officer Dean. Come on through.’ She smiles at

me, perhaps noticing my unease, and I jerk my lips upwards in a poor imitation.

The hallway is narrow and hot; I wipe the beads of sweat that materialise on my forehead with the back of my sleeve. At the end of the hall, Officer Dean opens a door and, inside, a black-haired man, mid to late thirties, sits behind a desk, a coffee cup pressed to his lips. He sets the cup down and nods in my direction. ‘Miss Baker. I’m Sergeant Moore. We spoke on the phone this morning.’

‘Yes, of course. Hello.’

He gestures to a seat and I sit as the female offi cer nods at both of us and leaves the room.

‘So, Miss Baker.’ The sergeant smiles, a vague, reflexive gesture. He has a chin dimple and a mole on his left cheek the size of a fi ve-cent piece. ‘How can I help?’

 BUY LINKS

https://www.amazon.co.uk/New-Girl-gripping-psychological-thriller-ebook/dp/B078SKFDRW

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Ingrid Alexandra is based in Sydney. Her work has previously been long-listed for The Ampersand Prize and while living in London, Ingrid had the privilege of being mentored by the Guardian First Novel Award shortlisted and Nestle Prize winning author Daren King. THE NEW GIRL is her first psychological thriller novel.