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Those words chilled me to the marrow. Especially the “for now” bit tagged onto the end of his farewell. Did that mean he was going to come after me again?
I determined then and there to nail him, whoever he was.
And I thought I might have a means to do that.
When I’d gone to the blackmailer’s car, I’d focused all my concentration on it, and memorised the make and model of the vehicle, and the registration number.
As soon as I got back to my own car, I wrote down the details: “Grey Ford Focus YO09 UPV”.
Then I looked up and saw a ticket on my windscreen. I’d been fined for parking on double yellow. That was £100 I’d never see again, I reflected bitterly. As if I hadn’t already lost enough money that day.
It was in a state of deep angst that I drove into work, the only relief from
