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Jacobs craned his neck to see who was coming through the door this time. It seemed an absolute age since Polly came down to speak to him, and now he noticed that the daylight that had been shining through the tiny window was completely gone.
He feared it would be Thad, returning to finish him off, as promised.
As the overhead lights came on, he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the slight figure of Jodie, cautiously taking one step at a time, carrying a glass serving dish in her hands.
She walked over to Jacobs, and stood before him, holding up the dish.
“Dinner,” she announced proudly.
Jodie placed the dish on the bench which Thad had been sitting on earlier, and took out a small plastic bottle of water from her apron pocket.
She unscrewed the cap and placed the rim of the bot
