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Breakfast
James took the two girls to a guest suite on the second floor, thankfully a Molly-free zone. Both girls were exhausted and within minutes were asleep on the room’s comfortable twin beds. The next morning, feeling the most rested since her flat’s pre-Doreen days, Jessica left Kirsten sleeping and headed down to see what had befallen her motorbike in the night.
The men were wandering across the courtyard, where a light snow had fallen overnight. Jessica realised she was completely unprepared for any kind of snow as it immediately engulfed the work boots in which she had ridden here. As she walked across to the covered barn where the men were now inspecting the Tomahawk, she felt the tickle of icy snow wetting her ankles.
‘Quite a bike you’ve got here,’ Henry said. ‘I’d love
