Chapter 4

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Cory’s flat was small but a hell of a lot tidier than I was expecting. There were no half-eaten containers of Chinese takeaway or empty pizza boxes littering the carpet. Cory’s furniture could probably best be described as basic and functional. Conscious Cory could see what I was seeing, I didn’t allow myself much time to snoop. “Okay, the kitchen is through the door on your right,” Cory said through the phone. “Should be some carrier bags in the bottom drawer to the right of the sink.” The kitchen was small but neat. The only slight deviation from this was a cereal bowl and coffee mug upturned on the draining board. The bottom drawer contained, as promised, several plastic grocery bags that were neatly folded, one on top of another. “How many do you want?” “Take a couple, can always co

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