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It all started, as it often did, with me sitting in my office smoking a cigarette, listening to Otis and reading a paperback novel. This time it was a Lee Child I’d read before. So it was no hardship when I saw a silhouette behind the glass door, followed by a hard knock, before the door burst open and trouble walked in, although I didn’t know that at the time. My cigarette continued burning, Otis kept on singing about the pain in his heart. I sympathised, and Jack Reacher could wait. Anyway, like I said I’d read it before, but it was still worth a second go. But I always wondered how a bloke who only changed his clothes about once a week got so much s*x. And it was always marvellous. Not like real life at all.
Trouble stood in the doorway with the sun behind her, then
