Ana Jones, continued (6): Disoriented to say the least

I was disoriented to say the least. My best friend was off flying round the world, discovering untold secrets of the ancient mysteries (maybe the greatest mystery of all – that of where we all came from). I was in a strange town, in a stranger's house, drunk, and what's more I hadn't had any …

Ana Jones: narrative resumed

When I looked up from the book it was nearly midnight and Julia Pons was knocking on my door. Full disclosure: when I came back to Brighton, planning to settle here, I moved to a sunny (though not cheap) place near to the border with Hove, thinking that my wandering days might finally be over …