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Chapter 22
22 After my haircut and shave I feel as though I’m starting to think more clearly. It’s as if the hair was somehow clouding my brain. I can’t help but keep touching it. It feels odd. ‘Right, we need to sit down and go through everything,’ I say as Jess tries to neaten up her new fringe in the mirror. Thankfully she can’t see the back, because I’m fairly sure I’ve butchered it. ‘We need to try and make sense of all this.’ ‘I think you need to tell me something first,’ she says. I swallow. ‘Like what?’ ‘That text message. Are you sure you didn’t send it?’ ‘No! Yes. Yes, I’m sure. Why would I? She was seventy miles away. That’s just the thing: I didn’t even know she was in Herne Bay, never mind at the hotel, so why would I tell her to come up to my room?’ I sigh loudly. ‘Jess, she didn
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