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‘Ouch.’
Liz smiled gently. ‘What Steve and I had was special. We supported each other and we loved each other.’
‘Yeah I know, but as friends with separate bedrooms. Now it’s time to let the past go, time you found a man of your own to love.’
An image of Matt flashed into her brain; she banished it and sipped her hot chocolate. ‘Give it up Dawn. I’m a lost cause. I’ll settle for watching you dance to love’s tune...’
‘Ha bloody ha!’
Phillip stood at the door waiting for Dawn. Liz watched him as he watched her friend slip into her jacket. What was the deal? Clearly he adored her, and she was utterly in love with him, so what kept them apart?
Liz hugged Dawn. ‘Thanks for today.’
Dawn smiled. ‘Anytime.’
Liz watched them drive away and felt very alone. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to be in love like Dawn was. She shook away the threatening melancholy and made herself a mug of tea. She looked up surprised as she heard the front door open. The kitchen door soon followed and a smiling Sam skipped into the room.
Sam kissed Liz on the top of the head and started rummaging in the fridge. ‘I’m starving.’
Liz stood up; she couldn’t quite hide the worried frown. ‘Alright, love?’
‘Of course, I just wanted to see my mum. Nothing wrong with that...’
Liz knew her daughter far too well to take that statement at face value. Something was definitely up.
Chapter Twenty
Matt watched from the edge of the pitch. A group of men, all old enough to know better, were playing a vicious game of rugby. Skill and agility had been replaced with brute force and ignorance.
Amongst the losing team was Andrew.
The referee blew the whistle and Andrew launched a tirade of offensive language towards him. The captain from the winning side joined in to support the referee and Andrew tackled him to the ground. Matt watched as Andrews’s team mate, Kevin pulled him off and dragged him towards the changing rooms.
Matt headed for the clubhouse. He ordered himself a mineral water when what he really wanted was a whisky and then sat himself down to wait.
It wasn’t long before Andrew and Kevin, showered and changed, reached the bar. They didn’t turn and look around, they didn’t see Matt. But he was close enough to hear them.
‘You heard about Adam and Sharpy?’ Kevin said. ‘Both dead, and James was nearly a goner.’
Andrew drank his pint down in one long gulp. He tapped the empty glass down onto the surface and the barman filled it up again.
‘So what? It’ll be drugs; Adam always was a smack head.’
Kevin glanced across at the wall. It was lined with photos, past teams and past glories. ‘You don’t think there’s a connection?’
Andrew was more interested in his beer. ‘What’re you on about?’
‘I read it in the paper today, big front page. It said they were executed, single shot in the head.’
Matt frowned. He hadn’t seen the paper that morning. How would they have got information like that? He had ordered his team not to give out any details for fear of a copycat.
‘Picture of James’ kid and his slutty wife, you remember her…’ Kevin demonstrated with his hands that the size of her breasts were worth remembering if nothing else about her was.
‘Oh yeah Lindsey, got off with her one night…’
Kevin didn’t look convinced. Matt was inclined to agree. The woman had a lot of faults but she had an instinctive type of intelligence that would keep her away from a man like Andrew. She went for men that she could use and manipulate; she was in many ways a female mirror image of the man. Matt was fuming that she had stolen the publicity from her ex-husband, and felt guilty that he had told James not to speak to the press.
Andrew pushed another pint towards Kevin.
Kevin turned around from the bar and saw Matt. He stared at him for several seconds before he nodded a brief acknowledgement and then turned away. Matt watched as he leaned in closer to
Liz smiled gently. ‘What Steve and I had was special. We supported each other and we loved each other.’
‘Yeah I know, but as friends with separate bedrooms. Now it’s time to let the past go, time you found a man of your own to love.’
An image of Matt flashed into her brain; she banished it and sipped her hot chocolate. ‘Give it up Dawn. I’m a lost cause. I’ll settle for watching you dance to love’s tune...’
‘Ha bloody ha!’
Phillip stood at the door waiting for Dawn. Liz watched him as he watched her friend slip into her jacket. What was the deal? Clearly he adored her, and she was utterly in love with him, so what kept them apart?
Liz hugged Dawn. ‘Thanks for today.’
Dawn smiled. ‘Anytime.’
Liz watched them drive away and felt very alone. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to be in love like Dawn was. She shook away the threatening melancholy and made herself a mug of tea. She looked up surprised as she heard the front door open. The kitchen door soon followed and a smiling Sam skipped into the room.
Sam kissed Liz on the top of the head and started rummaging in the fridge. ‘I’m starving.’
Liz stood up; she couldn’t quite hide the worried frown. ‘Alright, love?’
‘Of course, I just wanted to see my mum. Nothing wrong with that...’
Liz knew her daughter far too well to take that statement at face value. Something was definitely up.
Chapter Twenty
Matt watched from the edge of the pitch. A group of men, all old enough to know better, were playing a vicious game of rugby. Skill and agility had been replaced with brute force and ignorance.
Amongst the losing team was Andrew.
The referee blew the whistle and Andrew launched a tirade of offensive language towards him. The captain from the winning side joined in to support the referee and Andrew tackled him to the ground. Matt watched as Andrews’s team mate, Kevin pulled him off and dragged him towards the changing rooms.
Matt headed for the clubhouse. He ordered himself a mineral water when what he really wanted was a whisky and then sat himself down to wait.
It wasn’t long before Andrew and Kevin, showered and changed, reached the bar. They didn’t turn and look around, they didn’t see Matt. But he was close enough to hear them.
‘You heard about Adam and Sharpy?’ Kevin said. ‘Both dead, and James was nearly a goner.’
Andrew drank his pint down in one long gulp. He tapped the empty glass down onto the surface and the barman filled it up again.
‘So what? It’ll be drugs; Adam always was a smack head.’
Kevin glanced across at the wall. It was lined with photos, past teams and past glories. ‘You don’t think there’s a connection?’
Andrew was more interested in his beer. ‘What’re you on about?’
‘I read it in the paper today, big front page. It said they were executed, single shot in the head.’
Matt frowned. He hadn’t seen the paper that morning. How would they have got information like that? He had ordered his team not to give out any details for fear of a copycat.
‘Picture of James’ kid and his slutty wife, you remember her…’ Kevin demonstrated with his hands that the size of her breasts were worth remembering if nothing else about her was.
‘Oh yeah Lindsey, got off with her one night…’
Kevin didn’t look convinced. Matt was inclined to agree. The woman had a lot of faults but she had an instinctive type of intelligence that would keep her away from a man like Andrew. She went for men that she could use and manipulate; she was in many ways a female mirror image of the man. Matt was fuming that she had stolen the publicity from her ex-husband, and felt guilty that he had told James not to speak to the press.
Andrew pushed another pint towards Kevin.
Kevin turned around from the bar and saw Matt. He stared at him for several seconds before he nodded a brief acknowledgement and then turned away. Matt watched as he leaned in closer to
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