Mastering Charlotte
"Please, sit down, before you fall down."
Michael guides her into the chair where, still chafing, she sits.
Retrieving the file, I pull up an image of Charles Jenkins on my screen, then spin the laptop so she can see. Taken from an old newspaper cutting of the time, nothing better being available, it's not a good picture, Nonetheless, Charlotte clearly recognises him. Already pale, she grows pallid as she looks at it. Michael peers in close, examining the shot.
"That him?"
She nods, biting her lip, her eyes flashing to mine.
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