Kitabı oku: «Remember Me», sayfa 5
‘Oh yes! He’s always been really supportive of my career. He drives me to modelling auditions and all that. He wants me to be famous like Leo. I will do it too…’ Her face was bright with promise, and watching her, even Stephen’s expression had lightened as she spoke.
Ava couldn’t think of anything to say to this – being famous sounded like hell to her. She smiled tightly and took another slug of her drink. Who would want strangers watching every move you took, obsessing about what you ate, and who you were sleeping with? Plus, when you screwed up, it was front page news. The spirits burned her throat on the way down and she choked a bit. Rhodri reached over and thumped her back. ‘Cough it up, love, and then have some more.’
Ava turned awkwardly to her son. ‘What are you thinking of doing after the show? Are you thinking of uni?’ It was so hard to be natural and unemotional around him, when all she wanted to do was stare, to drink him in, to know every last thing about his life. She fought to keep her expression neutral, her voice cool.
Stephen met her eyes with an indifference that matched his mother’s and gave a barely civil shrug, ‘Maybe. I haven’t decided. Kai’s going travelling. I might go too…’
‘You said you wanted to do media studies at Cardiff, didn’t you?’ Bethan said, grey-green eyes wide, her little mouth pursed.
He glared at her, and Ava searched for another subject. Her son was sitting so close she could have reached out and touched him. All the things she had wanted to say had skittered away, leaving her mind as empty and blank as a fresh sheet of paper.
‘Isn’t it fantastic? Let’s have a toast to Stephen and Bethan’s success in Tough Love.’ Penny raised her glass again, and the others muttered and raised their own.
‘I’m really sorry about Jesse,’ Ava said to the group as the food arrived, steaming hot on rough white dishes. ‘When Pen told me earlier, I was so shocked. I had no idea.’ It was a tester, or some stray thread of instinct that made her speak, and the reaction was… interesting, Ava thought, forking up the tiniest bit of fragrant curry. There was enough on her plate to feed the whole table.
The pause in clattering cutlery and clinking glasses was sharp and shocked.
‘It was such a horrible thing to happen, but he always did go too fast,’ Penny sighed sadly. ‘Kai and Kelly have made the best of it, though, and they’ve still got the house at least. The council tried to throw them out, the bastards, but they won the appeal. The local papers got involved and everything.’ She was neatly unwrapping her paper napkin, and smiling at the young lad who dumped her plate of food on the table.
‘I don’t think you saw Kai as a baby did you, Ava? I forget what happened before you left and what was afterwards sometimes. It was so long ago,’ Paul muttered without making eye contact.
There was a moment of silence as everyone around the table registered the barb. Stephen was watching his mother with narrowed eyes, waiting for her response. Ava opened her mouth but was saved by an apparently oblivious Leo.
‘He was a good rider, and he knew that road like his own garden. The police reckoned it was his error at first, and they said that maybe some animal ran across the road and he swerved to avoid it. Later, they said it was a diesel spill that made him lose control.’ Leo was digging into a vast forkful of flaky fish and mushy peas.
‘No room for error on that corner,’ Rhodri added, watching Ava as she picked at her chicken madras. ‘Not hungry, love?’
‘No, I mean, I am. I was just thinking about Jesse.’
‘Well, don’t,’ Penny told her. ‘It was a while ago now, and accidents do happen, don’t they?’
The atmosphere was electric suddenly, and even Bethan narrowed her eyes at the adults, clearly picking up the tensions.
‘Yes,’ Ava agreed. ‘They do. Excuse me for a moment. Are the toilets still in the same place?’
‘Straight past the bar and down to your right. There’s a new block too. Pub’s gone up in the world,’ Leo told her with a grin.
She locked herself in a cubicle and pressed her hot forehead to the coldness of the stone wall. After a long while the nausea and dizziness passed, and she was able to breathe properly again. The toilet block smelled of piss and disinfectant, and the floor was wet and sticky beneath her boots. But it was preferable to sitting with her old friends, her ex-husband, her son…
It was like being locked in a tiny box with her worst nightmares. How could they all be so blasé about Ellen? Talk about the cliché of the elephant in the room – Ellen’s presence was more like a fucking great mammoth. Her name wasn’t mentioned, of course, but even Penny crassly saying how nice it was to get everyone back together, just showed how far they seemed to have come. Of course, it was such a long time ago they probably thought they were safe.
Word would have got around that Ellen’s parents were going to move, and what about the PI? Nobody had mentioned him yet, but she was certain they knew, were waiting for her to bring it up in conversation. Waiting, Ava thought bitterly, to see what she was going to do. They were a pack, and she was an outsider. Their faces were just too set, eyes too bright and the laughter forced and loud. In some ways they were right, everyone had to move on. But she couldn’t shake her own feeling of needing to clear her conscience.
She took a deep breath, controlling the dizziness with an effort. Once the room had steadied she headed back out past the bar, pausing for a moment to observe the group. They were deep in conversation. Stephen was pointing his fork at his dad, laughing. He was a good-looking boy, and when he smiled, she could see a trace of her own features. Or was it just wishful thinking?
Ava shrugged the thought away and sat down.
‘Here you go, Paul just got you another drink.’ Penny pushed a glass towards Ava, and topped up her own from a bottle of wine that now stood on the table.
Still picking at her food, mindful of Leo’s body wedged close to hers on the bench seat, and her son glaring at her from across the table, Ava carried on drinking.
Chapter 9
I saw her naked last night. It was delicious and disturbing. It’s such a long time since I have touched her bare skin. I’m surprised how easy it was to slip the drug into her drink, but I suppose the awkwardness of the situation put her off guard. I’ve done this so many times before. Usually I’m there when they wake up, and to be honest, I prefer them to know what’s happening. It’s more exciting. This was a bit different, and just a tiny taster of what I have planned.
Now, I’m alone in my room, reliving the thrill of last night, hugging my arms around me, and almost shivering with excitement. Will she know something happened to her, after she crept into her hard bed, or will she just dismiss it as a hangover? Will she sense where my fingers trailed across her body? My invisible prints would cover every inch of her skin. I noted a couple of new scars, the way her hips have thickened slightly with age, but she’s in great physical shape, with long lean muscles, and high, firm breasts. She is still my Ava.
I could have done more, God knows, I could have done a lot more, but the last game must be played slowly and carefully, so I can savour each new move.
My visit was timed to the second, and whilst I played, I made myself constantly aware of the tick-tock of the clock on her bedside table. It took a while to get what I needed, but I am a bit of an expert at my craft, and whilst I hate to give credit, I did learn from a master.
The knife is new each time, and of course it had to be pristine and unsullied for Ava – anything else would be sacrilege. I cut very slowly, relishing the dots of scarlet springing up as the blade slid across her pale skin. I may have even panted a little as the blood became a red thread, its presence startling and out of place against the homely setting of the Birtleys’ best bedroom.
Before I could stop myself, I knelt by the side of the bed, lowered my head and licked the wound. The sweet, metallic taste is always so sensual, but with Ava it was more. She was like nectar on my tongue. She is special. I was part of her, and just for a moment, I held her in my mouth. Her breathing got a little faster, almost like she recognised I was there, and I waited until she quietened again, almost holding my own breath.
Tick-tock, and I couldn’t do any more that night. She is supposed to wonder, but not to know. Not yet.
Petulantly, like a child cheated out of a bag of sweets, I left my parting gift next to the obnoxious yellow bedside lamp and slipped stealthily back across the room. Two minutes, and I paused at the foot of the bed, relented, and allowed myself a final treat…
Leaning down, I felt her warm breath on my cheek, and my lips found hers. A gentle, chaste kiss, but I fought the urge to tear at her lips like a ravenous animal.
A last look and I was back at the door. The house was shadowed, quiet, and I let myself out, and walked home. The freezing air was nothing to me, and elation warmed my blood. I hurried back, eager to move my player along to the next square.
The hill is always an effort, but I paused at the halfway point to admire the shadows, the dips of blackness where the evil things dwell, and the eerie moonlight that turns the Big Water into crumpled paper.
Now, with a few stolen moments alone, I can relive my night, before I face the world of normality. My game face is back on, and I’m ready for our next meeting.
‘Wnaethoch chi gysgu’n dda neithiwr, Ava Cole?’
‘Did you sleep well last night, Ava Cole?’
Chapter 10
Ava woke late, her sleep-bugged eyes struggling to focus on the clock next to her bed. How the hell was it past nine? Even with jetlag kicking in, she was never up this late. She groaned, pushing down nausea, her limbs heavy and a grinding headache pushing at the base of her skull.
Surely she hadn’t drunk that much last night, but the memories were blurred, and there was a strange gap after she left the pub. A gap that lasted until a few seconds ago. She was too confused for fear, but alarm sent electric shocks spinning across her painful head. She remembered this feeling, or something like it. It was almost as if…
She blinked hard and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. As her eyes focused, her hand froze, fingers outstretched but motionless. Among the random personal objects she had unpacked, was something new. A plaited cotton band, made up of three colours; purple, blue and gold. The band was faded, and slightly crumpled, but Ava knew it immediately. The laughter was loud in her head, the sun hot on her face…
* * *
‘Make me one now!’ Ellen threw the bag of cotton at Ava. ‘Please. It can be a special one.’
‘You’ve already got loads of friendship bracelets.’ Ava laughed at her best friend’s intense expression.
‘This one would be the most special because you will have made it. All these’ – she indicated her skinny wrists, which were loaded with cheap bracelets – leather, metal and fabric – ‘were bought from the market. Please, Ava. Look, purple, blue and gold, like the football shirts Coach Thomas is totally going to let us have!’
‘Okay, I’ll do it. But he is not going to let us play in the match next weekend.’
‘He is!’ Ellen was triumphant. ‘Penny said she’d have a word after school on Wednesday if he was in a good mood, and then he phoned my mum last night to say we’re playing. He’s picked Huw as Captain too, so that’s another hot boy to look at.’
‘Bloody hell. And Coach Thomas is not a “hot boy”, he’s all grown-up. You haven’t got a chance there.’ Ava deftly twisted the cotton, entwining the colours quickly, and knotting the ends. She was absorbed in her task, head bent, long dark hair hiding her face. ‘I wonder how Pen managed that. She should be here soon. She said her uncle had a few jobs for her, but then she’d be down.’
‘Great.’ But Ellen’s voice was slightly dismissive.
Ava looked up sharply. ‘What?’
‘Oh, nothing. Does she always have to come with us? I love Pen, you know I do, but she can be so happy about everything, like all the time. I mean, is she ever in a bad mood?’
‘Not everyone’s a grumpy cow like you. I thought you liked her?’
‘I told you, I do, it’s just that she always seems to be tagging along.’
Ava peered at her friend. ‘Or could it be that you’re pissed she got off with Jesse last week? We all just had too much to drink. He prefers you.’
‘No! Of course not…’
Ava shrugged. ‘Whatever.’
‘Look, Leo’s coming up the hill with Jesse and Rhodri,’ Ellen said suddenly.
‘I’m nearly done. Come on, let’s go!’
‘Don’t you want to see them? Leo fancies you, and okay you’re right, Jesse is hot too.’ Ellen smiled, stretching her legs out in the warm grass. ‘Pleeeease.’
Both girls’ feet were bare, and for a moment they leant back in the sunlight, admiring twenty carefully painted pink nails wriggling among the greenery. The blue sky overhead stretched across the hills into infinity, and the air was sweet with the scents of summer.
‘Only for a minute,’ Ava relented, her stomach churning as the boys saw them and waved. Of course, Ellen had no idea what Ava had been up to last night, or who with…
* * *
Ava touched the faded friendship bracelet, just her fingertips brushing the threads. Tears blurred her vision, and although her brain seemed to rattle when she swung her legs over, the fear was breaking through. Had she picked it up somewhere last night? Had someone given it to her?
She stumbled towards the bathroom, crashing clumsily into the door, as though she was still drunk. Of course she did occasionally get hammered, but not often. And she never drank whilst she was on a case. Collapsing onto the toilet, head in hands, she tried to force her brain to respond, searching frantically for any memories. The dinner, the pub, and the door closing behind her as people called their goodbyes. The air outside had been icy enough to make her gasp. Had she been holding on to someone’s arm?
The nausea passed, but realising her left leg was stinging, itching even, Ava leant down, puzzled by the long livid scratch. What the fuck had she been doing last night?
Now Mrs Birtley was rapping smartly on the door. ‘Ava? Are you all right? There is a man here to see you. I’ve asked him to wait downstairs.’
‘What? To see me?’ The pink bathroom was spinning slowly again, a vanilla-scented nightmare that prodded at Ava’s unsettled stomach.
‘Ava!’
She gathered herself, flushed the toilet and hung on to the sink for dear life. ‘I’m fine, Mrs Birtley. Who… who did you say was here to see me?’
Ava could hear the note of malicious excitement in the older woman’s voice. ‘He’s a Mr Jennington, and he says he’s the private investigator Jackie and Peter hired. Apparently you agreed to speak with him yesterday. He’s a lovely man, and we’ve already had a chat, so no hurry for you to get yourself down, if you’ve been having a lie-in.’
Fuck, the Smiths and their investigations – she’d totally forgotten. But had she really said today? ‘I’ll be right down… Tell him… I just need to get dressed, please Mrs Birtley.’
As soon as the footsteps tapped away, Ava heaved into the pink toilet, throat burning with bile, coughing and groaning.
Twenty minutes later she was showered and dressed, pale but controlled, and ready to face Mr Jennington. She hadn’t even formulated a proper plan, beyond trying to persuade Ellen’s parents that their daughter really had run away. Was this a sign she could do more? Short of telling the truth, which after all these years she had no right to do, it was hard to see what else could happen. But her mind was still foggy, and her steps were too careful. What had happened last night?
He was younger than she expected, and immaculately dressed in yellow cords and a bottle green jumper. A tweed jacket hung over one of the chairs and a leather satchel was open on the wooden floor. PIs were a bit of a wildcard. She’d worked with good ones, and shit ones. There were a lot of ex-cons and a lot of ex-cops. It didn’t always make for a great mix on a case. Fingers crossed Ellen’s parents hadn’t hired a lemon. Or maybe fingers crossed they had?
‘Miss Cole, thank you for agreeing to meet me.’ He rose from his chair, to shake hands. ‘I’m Alex Jennington. I understand you’re with the LAPD?’
His face was thin and pale, grey eyes small, like hard pebbles. Although he smiled, there was no warmth in his tone or expression. He had a slightly upper-class English accent. Shiny shoes, too.
Ava sighed. ‘No problem. I’m not sure if I actually fixed a time, but as you’re here… Like I said to Ellen’s parents, I’m not sure how I can help. Everything I know was said at the time. Sorry, I was meeting up with old friends last night, and we had a few too many. I feel like death this morning.’ She returned his smile with a cold one of her own.
‘Well… oh, thank you, Mrs Birtley.’ This, as the landlady carefully laid a flowered plastic tray loaded with cups, teapot and a plate of biscuits onto the small table.
Ava was desperate for a coffee, and the smell of the biscuits and tea made her want to gag again. She forced the sickness down and hastily poured herself a glass of water from the pitcher on the sideboard. ‘You were saying, Mr Jennington?’ Out the corner of her eye, she could see Mrs Birtley lurking just outside the door, fussing around with a curtain drape.
‘Call me Alex, please. If we could just run through a few questions, Detective… I assume you have no objections to me recording our conversation?’
She shook her head, coolly meeting his gaze over her water glass. ‘“Ava” is fine.’
‘Good. I apologise in advance if any of my questions upset you.’ He flicked a button and recorded the date and time.
‘It’s not my favourite subject, but I would be very happy if Mr and Mrs Smith were able to find closure on Ellen’s disappearance. Therefore, I am happy to help you with your enquiries.’ The brain fog was still there, dulling her intelligence, making her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. When she sat down, she nearly missed the chair. Something about being back in Aberdyth was interfering with her usually sharp brain. That, and the fact she was still half-pissed.
Alex looked hard at her, but didn’t comment on her pathetic state. ‘Good. Now in the weeks preceding Ellen’s disappearance, did she seem to have any worries? Any major arguments with parents, or trouble at school that she might have confided in you, but not shared with her parents?’ He was taking notes as well, pen poised to record her answer.
‘None. Well, nothing that would lead to her running away.’ Ava thought quickly, trying to remember what she had said all those years ago. Deny everything, tell them nothing, Huw had ordered. In their terror and grief, the girls had obeyed him, and she assumed the boys had come to their own arrangement too. ‘We had a strong friendship group, with the usual occasional boyfriends.’
‘Any special activities that you all shared out of school – clubs and sports?’
‘Ellen and I loved sport, and the three of us – Penny was the only other girl living up this way at the time – spent most of our time together.’ She made her eye contact steady, inviting confidences. Her hands were laced firmly around the water glass, in an effort to remain casual and keep her sweaty palms from shaking. But surely any odd behaviour could be explained away by the subject of the interview? She would be slightly tense at having to relive painful memories anyway. She just needed to make sure Alex Jennington had no idea how painful they were.
‘Boyfriends? I know Ellen was seeing Jesse, wasn’t she? Anyone else you were aware of? Perhaps she had her eye on someone she hadn’t mentioned to her parents, but she might have told you about?’
‘I really can’t remember who was seeing who, but I do know Leo and I were an item. You’re right, Jesse was very keen on Ellen, and maybe Paul and Penny, or sometimes Ellen and Rhodri if she’d had a row with Jesse… It was all fairly amicable, and never anything serious. Hell, we were young, experimenting with first kisses and all that. It was pretty innocent stuff.’ She stared him down. After seeing Jackie and Peter, she had panicked all the way back to the Birtleys’ that the PI would discover the truth. She dragged her thoughts together. ‘Even when we left the village school and took the bus to Cadrington for secondary school, we retained our strong friendships. It was always “the Aberdyth kids” all lumped together. We liked it that way.’
‘When Ellen vanished, would you say she and Jesse were still a couple?’
‘Yes… I mean, it wasn’t serious or anything. We were fifteen, you know what teenagers are like! It was Ellen’s sixteenth the week before, actually.’ Ava watched his cool expression, listened to the smooth, emotionless voice and allowed herself to wonder what he had been like at fifteen. She often played this game during interviews. It gave her an insight into the perp’s mind without them knowing. But in this particular interview, it was she who was on the wrong side of the law. The nausea rose again and she reached for her water.
‘Had she argued with anyone of your group in particular?’
‘No. Not really. I mean we all argued occasionally. She had a right row with Huw at football, because she thought he had her playing the wrong position. He was team captain most of the time. And another with me because I forgot our kit. Nothing serious.’
The interview continued. He was methodical, and occasionally asked her to repeat herself, or asked the same question in a slightly different way. She kept ahead of him at every stage, checking her voice, her posture, her facial expression. This needed to be real, despite her current state. He was very interested in the relationship between Ellen and Jesse. Perhaps this way would be better, shifting blame onto someone who could never defend themselves. But someone who had left a girlfriend and a child. The part of her that shrank from the truth applauded this idea.
‘And you last saw her after school that Friday evening?’
Ava made herself answer that one promptly and as convincingly as she could. ‘Yes. She said she might come out later, but had stuff to do, so she might just see me tomorrow. Ellen gave me the letter, and I never saw her again.’
‘You were the last person of your group to see her?’
‘I believe so, yes. The others saw her at school, but then we usually split up for various sports clubs. Often we would meet up later in the evening, but it wasn’t unusual for one or more of us to be missing. I know Jackie said previously that Ellen seemed fine, did her music practice, and spent an hour on the computer before she went to bed.’
‘Finally, Ava, what do you think happened to Ellen? I think we have agreed that she would surely have made contact if she was still alive. It would be very unusual for a runaway like Ellen, with a stable background and no apparent reason for going, not to get back in touch, or even return home after all this time. Her note telling her parents she was bored and off to have a proper life, simply isn’t enough. It makes one wonder what she was covering up…’ His voice trailed off with the faintest hint of a question, and he closed his notebook, but kept the recorder running.
For years she had thought of what she would have liked to say, what she felt would give Jackie and Peter peace and closure. ‘Of course, it has always been at the back of my mind. I was surprised, and hurt that she never contacted me, never confided in me. And I can’t tell you the number of times I wished I had looked inside the damn letter, instead of stuffing it in my school bag, and forgetting about it until the next day…’
She could see the scrawled words as they had been when she wrote them, with Leo and Huw arguing about the content of the letter, and Paul adding that they should send a text from her phone to her mum, instead of writing. He was overruled, and Ava, with shaking hands helping to mask her own handwriting and focus on Ellen’s, continued to form the sentences.
Mum and Dad,
It is really hard to do this, because I love you both so much, but I need to get away. I feel like there is so much I need to do and see, and I need to be away from Aberdyth. It’s closing in on me. I know you don’t even want me to go to uni because it’s too much of an adventure, which is why I’m going like this.
Love you forever,
E xx
‘You were just a child, and if there was nothing to suggest urgency when Ellen gave it to you, it is perfectly reasonable.’
‘We often gave each other silly notes, and we always just put the initial of the sender on the back, and the recipient on front.’ Ellen had had very distinctive writing, and Ava had always been able to copy her extravagant, looped letters easily enough.
‘Your thoughts?’ The man prodded softly.
She met his gaze, wide-eyed and calm. ‘As we got older, we occasionally hitchhiked into Cardiff, or even just to Cadrington if the bus wasn’t running. It seems a ridiculous thing to do now – three girls alone on the roads at night. We would go to a couple of clubs where the doorman didn’t look too closely at IDs, and go dancing. Penny and I would get tired, but Ellen could dance all night. So, I have two theories. Firstly, I think Ellen may have met someone on one of those nights out. Someone she didn’t mention for whatever reason, to either Penny or me. Perhaps he was older, or… I don’t know. More than any of us, she was impatient to grow up, impatient for new experiences and excitement. She may have run away with, or to someone. Secondly, she might have had a bit of a row with Jesse, and planned to scare him by running away for a bit. Their relationship was very on and off. She was a drama queen and would have loved to cause a bit of a stir. Ellen may have tried hitchhiking on her own and run into trouble.’
Alex was shaking his head slowly. ‘The police never found anyone linked to Ellen from the clubs, did they?’
‘No, as I said before I went through everything with the police at the time. Every detail I could remember, I shared with them. Jesse was grilled about his relationship with her, but he didn’t know any more than I did. Obviously there was no body, and no leads. I know Jackie and Peter think that the police didn’t bother to look for Ellen, because she was just another runaway, but from what I remember, and obviously what I know now, I think they were very thorough. Eventually they had to close the case, simply because there was nothing to go on.’
‘Quite. I agree, this certainly isn’t a case of police incompetence, but you and I know that Ellen’s case is unusual, for the reasons we have mentioned previously. Ava, do you think it’s possible that Jesse could have killed Ellen? I appreciate this is difficult because you are so involved in this.’ Alex wasn’t writing now, he was drawing doodles – neat little gridded boxes over and over again.
He would have been a complete idiot not to try this line, especially after all the crumbs she had tossed during their conversation, and the Smiths’ insistence that Jesse had been going to tell them something important about Ellen.
She pretended to think about this, but something just wouldn’t let her go down that path. ‘No. Jesse wouldn’t have killed her. I agree his death may well have been suicide, and he certainly indicated to the Smiths that he knew something. But I just can’t see it.’
‘Even if he found out what she had planned, and intercepted her on her way out of Aberdyth?’
‘Possible, but unlikely. Jesse was with us in the woods, drinking vodka and smoking until past midnight. Yes, all this was relayed to the police as well. Ellen’s parents know none of us, including Ellen, were angels. We were normal teenagers. I can’t see why, if Jesse did kill Ellen, he would suddenly feel the need to confess. Or if he did kill her, then where is the body?’
‘Yes. And of course, if she was killed in a lovers’ tiff in her home village, or surrounding countryside, then surely we might have a body by now? You know how many bodies are discovered by walkers and their dogs, or farmers ploughing fields…’ He looked slightly dubious at this. ‘Although I admit the terrain is pretty wild around here, and the odds would probably be against this.’
‘Exactly.’ Ava’s mouth felt stiff, her limbs wooden. She moistened her lips and forced herself to smile at him, but Ellen’s face was everywhere, as though the photographs hung around the room were not of animals and flowers, but of her best friend.
‘Well, I think that’s it. Thank you for your time. I have obviously made extensive enquiries and done a lot of research since the Smiths asked me to take on the case, so this really is just confirming my theories, and seeing if anything new comes up.’
‘Oh. I got the impression that you were just beginning your investigation. Just out of interest, when did Peter and Jackie hire you?’
Alex frowned, glancing through his phone. ‘A little over two weeks ago. Why?’
‘No reason, really.’ As soon as they heard that she was coming back. ‘So, if you are coming to the end of your investigation, have you drawn any conclusions?’ Ava sipped her water, feeling slightly better as it was obvious the interrogation was over, her stomach settling.
‘A few. I’ll be staying here for a couple of days, interviewing and tying up loose ends. I can tell from talking to you that we certainly agree on one aspect of the case, possibly the most important.’
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