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  2. Love crime, thriller and mystery books?
  3. Also by Valerie Keogh
  4. Dedication
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  53. Acknowledgements
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Anyway, he wasn’t interested in the two women. What had abruptly changed his plans and held his gaze was the man who had taken the free seat opposite Jodie. He wasn’t surprised. Jodie was still beautiful but then she’d not had the life of hardship he had. Over the years, Victor had seen lots of men try to lure her into conversation, had smiled at her blunt knock-backs and snickered when the men had skulked off embarrassed. It would happen here too, Victor was sure of it. This man wasn’t her type. Handsome but in an obvious way. Too young for her too. She needed a mature man. Someone to take her away from the daily grind of her job.

Victor waited for her to blank the stranger. In the surrounding din, he couldn’t hear what the man said but he could see his lips move. And he saw by the sudden stiffness in Jodie’s shoulders that she’d heard him but was choosing to ignore. Only someone who knew her as well as Victor did would have seen the signs.

The man didn’t give up though. Victor’s lips curled at the arrogance. Didn’t he understand? Jodie was never going to fall for the likes of him. He watched as the man spoke again and again, watched with growing excitement as Jodie looked up. She’d send the whippersnapper on his way with a flea in his ear.

Victor wished he had sat closer, wished he could hear what it was the man had said because Jodie didn’t chase him away. She smiled at him.

A painful dart of irritation faded when Victor saw the man stand, but it returned, sharper, stabbing deeper when the man went to the counter to queue up and Jodie turned her head to watch him. Unable to see her expression, Victor was lost as to what was happening. A few minutes later the man returned to the table carrying two coffees. Victor could see both their expressions again, their smiles, their doe-eyed looks. Irritation was swamped by a tide of anger that clenched his gut, doubling him over with a groan that attracted startled looks from nearby tables.

He ignored them, and sat with his arms wrapped around his belly, watching as she laughed and flirted with the strange man. A bead of blood appeared on Victor’s lip but he kept biting down on it, the pain focusing him and keeping the anger under control.

The lilt of her laughter drifted across to add a vicious acid burn to the anger. She needed to learn where her future lay.

Perhaps it was time to teach her.

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