“She’d never been here before but a couple who were near-neighbours raved about the ambience and it was easily walkable. She’d been tempted to wear a scarlet halter top she knew Jimmy had always loved, but after trying it on she’d decided to stick to designer jeans and the new soft leather jacket she’d bought as a present to herself only last week. She knew how important the next hour or so might turn out to be, and she knew as well that she should feel at ease about her new life. Lizzie Hodson.... Best-selling author. Mother of none. And now – to her surprise and delight – apprentice sleuth.He was sitting at a table in the corner, nursing the last of a pint. She thought he looked even more exhausted than usual. He got to his feet, asking what she’d like to drink, but she waved him back down.‘Stella? Or is that a silly question?’Without waiting for an answer, she went to the bar, returning with a fresh pint of lager and a spritzer. Tonight was open-mike night. At the moment they were between acts but she knew it wasn’t going to last.‘You’re going to hate this,’ she said at once, ‘but I can’t think of any other way of putting it.’She told him about her investigative website and the modest network of co-journos she’d put together to nail down stories and see where they might lead.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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