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Staff Quarters
Debbie was keen to wax lyrical about a man she’d known less than two hours, but Bonnie suggested they wait until they got back to the café and tried to find something less mood-enhancing to drink. In the end, she sat Debbie down in the café’s upstairs living room and made some coffee out of a jar Mervin had left behind.
‘He doesn’t speak,’ Bonnie said, handing Debbie a cup.
‘Oh, but isn’t that part of the mystery? It’s like, he could be anything.’
‘You’re hoping he’s actually a guitar player in a metal band, but he’s probably an accounts manager at Lloyds.’
Debbie grinned. ‘You know me so well. Let’s hope on that guitar player thing. He can’t have much money if this was where they came for a stag do. Hardly a weekend in Prague, is it?’
Bonnie patted her on the arm.
