I don’t think I’ve ever been so frightened in my life. First of all the sight of Mr Penny’s body lying on the library floor was horrifying, all that blood spilled and flowing in different directions… but now they’re saying that I did it! Just because I was the last person to see him alive doesn’t make me guilty. I’m starting to feel like there is an invisible hand closing around my throat, constricting, squeezing the breath out of me. How can I get out of this? Why doesn’t anybody believe me? I can’t go to prison; I’d never survive it. It’s like a horrific scenario from one of the detective novels I enjoy so much, only this time I’m the protagonist. I’m going to have a panic attack, I can feel it. What can I do? I’ll lose my job, I’ll never have a normal life again. Oh, God, please help me!