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Chapter Five-2
Beth came back into the room wrapped in a plush bath towel, smiling and looking delicious with her hair wet. She could have come in wearing a lime green sombrero and two cow pats for slippers, belching loudly and scratching her arse with the severed hoof of the devil himself and Claire would still have melted at the sight. She climbed onto the bed and lay next to the detective, who was wishing her heart would stop banging so loudly and risk giving her away. “What are we going to do about him?” said Beth. “Are you going to arrest him?” “What for? Having the most excellent c**k in Buckinghamshire? No, I’m afraid we are going to need more evidence before I can arrest him.” “Are we going to follow him again tonight?” asked Beth quietly. Claire hesitated before nodding mutely, cut by Beth’s
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