Chapters (82)
- Cover
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
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Jan stared at her and thought she must have misheard. ‘He was in here just now. You were talking to him.’
‘No,’ Lillian laughed. ‘That was Robert Jarvis. They look similar from a distance. But Robert is happily married with three children.’
‘Oh.’ Jan felt foolish.
‘You’re not the only one to make that mistake. There’s a few round here that look similar. Camile does. Have you met her?’
‘No, Chris gave me the keys to the cottage.’
Jan thought back to the photographs of Chris and Camile and how alike and compatible they’d appeared.
‘Why did Camile and Chris split?’ Jan asked, tucking the meter money and coffee into her bag.
‘I’m really not sure,’ Lillian said. ‘I’m sorry it didn’t work out on Wednesday. A nice girl like you. I’ll tell Chris off when I see him.’
Jan smiled. ‘That’s kind, but probably best not to say anything. I think he already has someone else.’
‘Not as far as I know,’ Lillian said, surprised. ‘What makes you think that?’
‘I saw him yesterday while I was walking Tinder in the woods. He was with someone called Anne.’
‘Anne?’ Lillian asked, puzzled. ‘I’ve no idea who that could be. The only Anne I know is a local midwife and she’s not Chris’s type.’
‘It doesn’t matter, perhaps they’re just friends.’
‘Possibly.’ Lillian shrugged, clearly still slightly baffled. ‘Bye then, love. Take care.’
‘Bye,’ Jan said and left the store. Perhaps they were just friends, Jan thought, but that didn’t excuse Chris’s weird behaviour on Wednesday evening.
THIRTY-TWO
Friday morning finally drew to a close and at 12.30 Ian stood and took his jacket from the back of his chair.
‘Are you coming to Rocco’s for lunch?’ Mike, a work colleague, asked, also standing. They sometimes went to the café, either eating in or taking out as did others from the office.
‘Not straight away,’ Ian said. ‘I’ll catch you up. I’ve a few things to do first.’
‘OK, see you later,’ Mike said, and headed out of the office.
Ian needed to phone Emma first to make sure she was all right. It wasn’t a conversation he could have with someone standing a little way off, waiting. Checking he had his phone and wallet in his jacket pocket, Ian left the office and went down the back stairs. The front of Wetherby Security was close to the main road where traffic noise made talking on a phone near impossible, but at the back there was just the firm’s car park.