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Tom showed the photos to Vic.
“Who took these, Tom?”
“I have no idea who took them or why. Or why they have sent them to me now. Do you remember when this was? Do you remember the man?”
“It was about a month ago; you had not long left for the Blue Mountains. There was a flyer in the paper for the café and it looked lovely. It was all the way over in Chatswood, but I decided to make a day of it, do some shopping. That man, he came running up to me; it was a bit of a blur really. He said something was about to kick off at the café. I thought he meant one of the customers was making trouble. So, I left without finishing my latte—he was very insistent. Now I see why. I didn’t even hear about it afterwards or give it a second thought.”
Tom had no answers to the mystery of the photos. Wh
