The Carpenters Arms opposite the city railway station was quiet at weekends. The bulk of the pub"s trade came from businessmen at lunchtimes, plus commuters rushing in from their offices to grab a quick drink before they took the train home to their houses on the town"s new encircling estates. That Sunday lunchtime was no exception. As Janet entered the bar she found it entirely empty, except for the caretaker of the nearby secondary school, who always came in for his Sunday lunchtime pint.
Janet glanced at herself in the big mirror behind the bar. Yes, she looked good in T-shirt, jeans and casual jacket. It was not the kind of appearance to attract attention in this part of the city on a Sunday afternoon. She kept her distance from the caretaker and asked for a half pint of shandy. She d
