If Antonia’s boss hadn’t been an asshole she’d have caught her usual train home, and she would never have met George.
But he was, and she wound up in the grotty little station cafe, drinking awful coffee and laughing like she hadn’t laughed in years.
It seemed natural to climb into a taxi at his side, and to laugh breathlessly in the lift to his hotel room.
When the door closed behind them she melted into his embrace
If Antonia’s boss hadn’t been an asshole she’d have caught her usual train home, and she would never have met her killer…
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