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“So,” Lisa began soberly, setting the chilled drinks down on the wooden table. “Tell me about Scarlett Reading.”
She took a seat opposite and looked expectantly at Debbie. Debbie dipped her head and reached out to touch the sides of her glasses.
“Erm … I don’t know where to start.”
“Tell me what she was like,” Lisa encouraged.
Debbie smiled slightly, “She was feisty and fun,” she disclosed flatly.
Lisa nodded, remembering with a shudder the bitter fight between the two people at the lake.
“I hadn’t known her for long,” Debbie continued. “She had only been at the hotel since Christmas, and she was only working until the end of the summer months … she was going to university to do an art degree I think.”
Lisa leaned back in her chair and reaching into her handbag, she took out a s
