COUNTER MEASURES
Quintus Nooneover the deskreading nook under staircasethe notebook guy standing in front of houseyour office obsession
I noticed two tiny moles each side of her neck; her upper lip slightly more prominent than the lower; her nicely shaped eyebrows and that she made a soft humming noise as she slept.
I crept through the flat and dressed quietly, letting the dog in and letting myself out. It felt odd, having slept with someone other than Zoë, to have touched another woman for the first time since she had died. I felt strange. I felt relief, guilt, happiness and loss, all at the same time.
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Dawn was breaking when I got back to my flat and the police were waiting for me in the shape of WPC Melanie Softly.
“Good morning,” I said politely. “Been waiting long?”
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