Chapter Four
Claire was sat at her desk chewing the end of her biro as she thought about her morning. P.C. Yates had been right for once: Bethany Chambers was indeed ‘right f*****g gorgeous’ as predicted. Claire had gone down there expecting some stuck-up trophy wife but had been rather disarmed by Beth’s apparent normality and obvious beauty. There was also something else, vulnerability perhaps, or at least a suggestion that something was not right. She had looked flustered (very sexy) from the start and later when the phone rang she had jumped a mile. It did not take a legendary detective to realise that something was amiss. However Claire, spurred on by the seeping excitement between her legs, had used this not as a way to investigate the truth but more as a way to chat the girl up. No
