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At some point it became apparent that the police investigation into Brian’s death had stalled.
The Skull Crusher seemed to have gone into retirement, and my life had entered a new happy period, enhanced by the odd tingle of excitement at the prospect of passing a few minutes of the day with Kimberley Jones, whose attentions, I admit, I found most pleasing.
It was as if I had embarked on my own personal renaissance.
But then, just when everything seemed perfect, something happened to ruin it all.
