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I stood there for a few moments after Chris left, staring at the dark window opposite and my reflection in it. Portrait of a Shocked Woman. What was that about? We’d had two murders in less than a week. Did he think I was next? My skin felt clammy and I rubbed my arms. That was all I needed – someone else threatening me. Except it hadn’t sounded like a threat – it had sounded like a plea.
Weird. I shook myself and turned around. The bar was empty and Charlie was collecting the last glasses and wiping tables. Normally I would’ve left him to it and gone to pick up Mia, but tonight I helped him and left when he did, getting into my car and locking the doors before he drove away.
At my house, having collected Mia, I carried her inside and held her awkwardly while I locked the door behind
