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Tara Sharp should be just another unemployable, twenty-something, private school girl but she can see people’s auras.
The trouble is, auras sometimes tell you things people don’t want you to know. When Tara reads crime boss Johnny Vogue’s aura, she’s sucked into an underworld ‘situation’ that sees her running for her life.
The carpark was chockers so I had to park Mona up the hill. That gave me time to brush my hair and re-lippy in private. But by the time I’d run down the hill, catching the beachfront gale head on, my good work was undone. My plan to enter the foyer looking groomed and pimped had turned into panic-at-the-disco.
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