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Troubled Blood
Part Three - 18
Oh, wouldn’t you really? thought Robin, as she hitched on another fake smile, and got up to leave.
A blustery, damp wind was blowing when she left the solicitor’s. Robin trudged back toward Finborough Road, until finally, her face numb, her hair whipping into her eyes, she turned into a small café where, in defiance of her own healthy eating rules, she bought a large latte and a chocolate brownie. She sat and stared out at the rainswept street, enjoying the comfort of cake and coffee, until her mobile rang again.
It was Strike.
Troubled Blood
Part Three - 18
“Well, great,” said Strike. “Enjoy the rest of your day off.”
He rang off. Robin picked up the rest of the brownie and finished it slowly, savoring every bite. In spite of the prospect of mediation with Matthew, and doubtless because of a much-needed infusion of chocolate, she felt a good deal happier than she had ten minutes previously.