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EBONY
Sandy knocked politely on Ebony’s door. He waited for her to answer; she was expecting him.
‘Come in,’ the young woman said, letting him pass. ‘What news?’
‘We’ve been through Brad’s townhouse four times. Collected DNA samples and matched some with the goons we knew were responsible, but all that does is prove they were there.’
Ebony put the kettle on while Sandy made himself comfortable on the couch. ‘It’s a lovely outlook here, isn’t it?’ he said staring through the French doors to the small garden outside.
‘Yes. The landscapers Brad used did a great job.’
‘Have you come to terms with your new identity?’
‘Took longer without Brad here to help me along. But as you often reminded me, Ebony Makepeace is dead.’
She made tea and put Sandy’s on the coffee table. ‘It’s been fo
