Storm lay back in the tub letting the warm, sudsy water lap over her. Tilting back her head, she drained the last of the large G&T she had poured herself upon arriving back at her flat.
The one she had ordered at the Road House had been sufficient to quench her thirst, but it managed to leave her gasping for a second.
She had considered staying at the bar for another, but that would have meant calling a mini cab to take her home. Although she was confident that she could drive safely with two drinks inside her, she knew she would not have an argument to hold if she were to be stopped on the way home by the old bill.
A private Investigator without a driving license was not a good combination.
At the back of her mind was also the fact that she had given her number to a police officer, an
