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her not to worry, just buy a pack at the supermarket and throw it in the flat. Springsteen could easily unwrap it himself as long as it wasnât frozen â which just took longer. She said okay, if she really had to and, by the way, that car mechanic friend of mine had called round on the off-chance I would go to a pub with him and his wife but I wasnât to worry as heâd give me a ring.
I didnât bother to ask if âAlison Georgeâ had paid a return visit, assuming that to be highly unlikely. Nor did I ask if Amy had rung, as that would have sounded a bit weak and surely Fenella would have mentioned it.
Duncan the Drunken calling round to take me for a drink, now that could be serious. It probably meant the estimate for the BMWâs repairs was going to be horrendous.
I dialled his home number, not really expecting him to be in and, sure, enough, got the start of his recorded voice message.
âThis is Duncan. Me and the wife Doreen have gone down the pub and weâre probably shit-faced by now so you can either come and buy us a drink or ...â
There was a click as the receiver was picked up and Duncanâs Yorkshire accent cut across the message.
âTalk to me.â
âDuncan, itâs Angel. Why arenât you down the pub?â
âBit of a cock up, there, mate. We thought weâd try the karaoke down The Whalebone in Barking, but it seems weâre barred from there.â
âYou forgot youâd been banned from the pub?â
âNot me,â he said haughtily. âDoreen.â
âOh. Fair enough. You have some bad news for me, then?â
âAye, about the chassis on that Beamer. Could be up to three grand to sort it out before we start on the systems checks, and then thereâs the bodywork.â
âAll right, Duncan, donât sweat it. Letâs cost the whole job like we said and see if itâs worth getting it back on the road and maybe selling it on.â
âJust thought youâd like to know, now the insurance companyâs got it on the agenda.â
What insurance company? I hadnât even sent in the claim form.
âWhat insurance company, Dunc?â
âI donât think she said the name of it.â
â She? â
âThe blonde bint who came sniffing round here this afternoon. I wouldnât mind having her on my case, I can tell you. Long as Doreen didnât find out, of course.â
âWould her name have been Alison George by any chance?â
âAye, thatâs it. But she said I could call her Georgie if I wanted to.â
âIâve got a few other names for her,â I said.
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The next morning, I awoke with a plan. I knew exactly what I was going to do.
But first, I reached over and patted the other side of the bed. It was empty, which was a relief.
It would have been a shame to waste such a good plan and, anyway, Amy would have killed me if sheâd been there, what with all those empty beer bottles scattered over the duvet.
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Chapter Six
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It wasnât about me, or Amy, it was about Keith Flowers.
Whoever this Alison George character was, she was tracing Keith Flowersâ movements in the month he spent out of prison. Flowers had stalked Amy in and around the Oxford Street office, so Alison George had been there, only to give Debbie Diamond an earful when she found Amy had done a runner having being warned by the cops that someone had her under surveillance.
She had hung around the house in Hampstead, the house Keith Flowers burgled, and sheâd even been to Duncan the Drunkenâs garage to see the car heâd stolen. She would have known from the Suffolk cops where to go, as Duncan would have signed for the wrecked BMW when he picked it up and he would have used a kosher name and address if there was a chance of a legitimate insurance payout. The one thing I couldnât figure out was why she had visited the
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