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My handset buzzed in my hand. Text message from Raven. Impeccable timing.

How’s the hunt for Mr Dangerous? xx

I smiled as I replied.

One or two contenders. xx

She didn’t leave it long.

Edgeplay? x

I screen shot his profile, attached it to my reply.

He’s top of the list at the moment. x

Buzz.

Are you fucking mental? Craving some medical intervention? x

I’d been questioning that myself.

Pickings are slim. I’m contemplating my options. x

I spied Christine approaching, leaving me just enough time to read the last of Raven’s messages.

Be careful, Missy. Don’t you dare fucking go alone! x

“Not disturbing you, am I?” Christine sneered. “I’ll hang around while you finish up on Facebook if you like.”

“I wasn’t on Facebook,” I snapped. “I’m on lunch, anyway.”

She pointed to the clock, two minutes past lunchtime. Pedantic bitch. I figured she’d come along for another moan at my lack of attendance at her meeting, but no.

“I just intercepted the strangest call, aboutyou,Miss Harding.”

“A call? From who?”

“Janine Scott.”

I felt my colour drain. “Janine Scott?”

“These tenants try their luck, don’t they? They must think we were born yesterday.”

“What did she want?” I hoped my poker face was a good one.

“She had the mostincrediblestory. It must have taken her hours to concoct the stupid thing. She claims you took a trip to her flat yesterday, and stole her dog.”

“Stole her dog?”

“Quite. That’s not the best of it,” she smirked. “She only claims that you’re in league with Callum Jackson. Apparently you stole her dog and gave it tohim.”

“Callum Jackson?”

“Yes!” she laughed. I’d hardly ever heard Christine laugh. I found it quite unsettling. “She was quite put out when I told her the scenario was entirely impossible.”

I smiled. “I can imagine.”

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