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5 Park & Ride Two ice-cream sundaes later, I was stuffed and Philippe was in the gents toilet. I tossed my serviette in the empty glass ice-cream bowl and leaned back against the booth cushion, considering my next move. I decided to stick to the plan I’d worked out with Giles. I still had those six thousand euros in the account he’d set up in my new false name, Katerina Alaverdy. I also had my drugs and the new passport, the designer shades I’d stolen off the girl at the Trafford Centre and the dress I’d ordered off sss folded up inside my bag. Now that Lorna Walker was officially dead in the eyes of the world, I could move around without looking over my shoulder. Which led me to the question, why was I still hanging around with one of JPAC’s finest? It seemed like a dumb idea. The furth