There were as yet no other patrons in the brasserie, apartfrom a well-dressed woman in a tailored black suit who sat on a barstool nursing a drink. I'm just about coping. She's gone twentyyears without asking about him. Brent blinked and grinned.
He set the novel on her bedside table, then. His legs trembled. The point of impact appeared to behere, he said. Three nightsback? Last night as well? Late last night? Noreen McKay blinked.
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