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BRAD
Ebony’s rejection left me feeling, well, rejected. I’m not used to that feeling. Usually I am the one doing the rejecting. That’s why my personal assistant is a bloke. He’s not a blokey bloke, but he’s not a woman either. He’s not likely to be rejected by me.
While I was thinking about last night’s sad state of affairs, my mobile rang. I had changed the ringtone to the theme song from the Addams Family. The lyrics reminded me of my family, creepy, mysterious. I let the first verse play before I checked the screen. It was Ebony.
‘Hi,’ I said, trying not to sound too excited to hear from her. Rejection leaves a sour taste.
‘Hi, Brad. Something scary has happened.’
‘What? Are you okay?’
My heart beat faster than I would have liked. It was pounding in my ears.’
‘Yes. Detective
