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‘I don’t believe this,’ she said, re-reading the same line of the flyer over and over again, through the transparent bag. ‘I was there that day, I must have just missed him.’
DCI Jamieson unbuttoned his suit jacket and hung it on the chair. ‘Probably. So far, this man has passed through Haven u
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Chapter Twenty-Two
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She switched on the house lamps as the dark closed in, and clicked up the heating dial a couple of notches. It may have been spring, but a chill was still capable of descending, and the high ceilings in her Victorian semi devoured the heat. The underfloor heating warmed the soles of her feet as she waited for her sister to pick up the phone. She was about to hang up when Amy answered, and Je
’Hey sis, I was thinking of popping over with Josh’s Easter egg, will you be in?’
Silence descended on the other side. Je
‘Em, sorry, could you leave it until tomorrow? I’m … not free this evening.’
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Amy spoke in a flat voice. ‘I don’t want to argue with you, just come tomorrow instead, all right?’
Je
The relief in her sister’s voice was audible. ‘I’m sure she’ll love it. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?’
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‘It’s not as if I’m going to talk to him,’ Je
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She checked her phone for the tenth time. She had not heard anything since Zoe’s call earlier in the day. Pleased she had gained access to the group, she was spending her evening scrolling through old discussions. There was lots of talk of second chances and starting again, but members were warned not to give away the location of their meetings online. Such activity would result in an instant ban, and Zoe mused that much of the information was exchanged through private messaging. For now, she was integrating herself as a troubled teen seeking help.
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He looked well, more than well, he looked handsome. His dark wavy hair was now cropped neatly at the sides. His moustache had disappeared, and his clean-shaven face revealed a strong, square jawline. No longer was he walking with shoulders hunched over, hands gripped around a can of beer. Smartly dressed in a black jacket and trousers, he carried himself with a self-assured walk, and as his hand found his companion’s waist, Je