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On the inside, Desmond Jordan was reeling. Externally, though, he had to keep a calm head and try not to let things spiral out of control. He knew that b***h across the road would be the one to f**k everything up for him. And now there was nothing he could do about it.
Fortunately, she didn’t know the reason why he’d been going out most nights and he’d pleaded with the police to make sure she didn’t find out. In exchange, he’d had to tell them absolutely everything.
He’d had to tell them that he’d been sleeping with the temp while his wife and kids were visiting family in Baltimore. He’d had to tell them that he’d go round to her place three or four nights a week, knowing that ears would prick up and tongues would wag if she ever came over to his. If word ever got back to the woman o
