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Thames End Village, Surrey – Later that Day
Petra had had an easy day. After a morning meeting in town with a fashion designer who suspected her husband of a******y, Petra had gone home, hung up her corporate suit in the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe and replaced the work costume with her running gear. It would be good to get in some exercise before she sat at the computer and wrote up the proposal. Good to get some fresh air in her lungs after central London’s scent of sour petrol. Strapping her iPhone on to her upper arm, Petra let herself out of the two-up, two-down cottage and walked briskly towards the bridle path, picking up speed as she went. As she broke into a jog Petra saw a neighbour, Sandie, in her garden, leaning over her rabbit hutch, cooing. Petra waved but didn’t stop.
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