SEVEN
LOUTH, LINCOLNSHIRE, 2021 AD
Alice had driven them down to Warwickshire; to even things out, Jake had driven the return journey. When he entered the town centre in Louth, he surprised Alice by pulling up in Little Butcher Lane.
“The owner of this café says he makes the best coffee for miles around. I think we’d better put him to the test, darling.”
“Good idea. I’m desperate for a decent coffee.”
Having ordered the drinks, his attention strayed to a copy of the local paper the Louth Leader lying on the next table. There was going to be a Duck Race down the River Bain in July; it was an annual event. His eyes shifted down to the next article and he snatched up the paper.
Music Teacher’s Office Ransacked
There was only going to be one Maria Perri in Louth, no question about that.
