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The bar was pretty empty. A lone barman, and one lone drinker in the corner who didn’t even look up at our arrival. Elspeth walked straight to a pair of stools at the counter...

I found her hiding by the entrance to the bar. It was obvious from her frequent glances in its direction that she had summoned the lift and was hoping it would arrive before she...

For a moment it seemed as if Harry was going to reply. His face suffused with colour, his eyes goggled in their sockets, and several times he started to articulate before thinking better of...

Dinner wasn’t until 7. I had plenty of time to get the muck out of my hair and the regret out of my eyes. By the time I came downstairs, I was in a...

We walked into the hotel foyer without making eye contact. Damp footprints marked where we trod across the lush carpet leading to the check-in desk. The girl on reception glanced up briefly, bored expression...

I clung to the dashboard as we careered down the narrow country road. Birds scattered at our approach and, at one point, I was sure I saw the white tail of a deer scrambling...

Harry fumed all the way to the Waterways museum. I stared out of the window. “Something bothering you, old man?“ asked George. “Alicia,“ I admitted. George raised an eyebrow. “You worrying about the engagement...

We had to drag George forcibly from his bed. “But my head hurts,“ he said. That’s the thing about George – always thinking of himself. There he was, wasting our day with his hangover...

The problem was the smile. Actually the problem was the eggs, but the smile made a problem of the problem of the eggs because the smile made it difficult to complain about what a...

The lights pulsed in time with the music. Harry was dominating the dance floor, I was at the bar collecting another round of drinks. Over in the corner, I could see George holding forth....