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discrimination Sergeant. Don't let me hear you be offensive towards new mothers again.'
Patterson emptied the last dregs from the bottle. Elizabeth twirled her glass gazing into the bottom. He knew he would never understand women, at times Liz was a total enigma to him. They had always worked well together and the prospect of their partnership ending upset him. What happened last year had brought them closer. 'Sorry boss.'
She looked up and smiled. 'Yeats won't stay, I promise you.'
'If that's the case, we'd better celebrate. It's Friday night so we can start another bottle?'
Elizabeth Jewell's smile lit up her face. 'Sod work and sod Yeats,' she said and went back into the kitchen for another bottle.
CHAPTER TEN
Saturday May 11th
Jade Harper didn 't want to get out of bed. She'd arrived home at three in the morning and fallen asleep in her clothes and five-inch stiletto heels. Struggling to sit up she squinted through swollen eyelids and made out the time, it was almost midday.
Along with six other friends and acquaintances, Jade had gone to the Alcaidesa nightclub in the centre of Cheltenham with one intention, to get blind drunk. By midnight, she'd lost count of the number of tequila shots she'd downed, so when Duncan Mortimer suggested they go for a walk Jade had gone willingly . Ten minutes later, she found herself in a narrow alleyway engaging in frenetic sex. Thinking about her stupidity and any repercussions from it had brought on a panic attack. Even by her standards, the hangover was one of the worst she'd ever experienced in her eighteen years. Added to that, her body ached all over from the previous night 's gymnastics.
She eased herself across the bed, rummaged in a cabinet drawer until she found a strip of painkillers . She swallowed three, staggered to the bedroom door and listened until she was sure her parents and brother had left the house.
Negotiating the stairs proved difficult as she'd forgotten to remove her shoes. Twice she had to sit down to stop herself falling. When she reached the hall she made straight for her father's office. Jade unlocked the drinks cabinet, removed a bottle of vodka and filled a crystal tumbler to the brim. She drank half and immediately replenished the glass. Feeling marginally better, she wandered into the garden and slumped onto a padded recliner. The sky was a cloudless blue and the noon temperature had reached twenty-two degrees.
Jade closed her sore eyes as her headache began to ease. She turned onto her side, shaded her eyes with her hand and tried to think clearly . Yesterday had been a nightmare, which was why she had needed the alcoholic oblivion. Now the police were at the Academy so it wouldn't be long before they came knocking on her door. The prospect of losing her university place didn't bear thinking about. On top of that , if her parents discovered half of what she'd done they would probably throw her out onto the street. She gazed back at the eighteenth century house set in an acre of garden and imagined living in a disgusting bedsit on the edge of town.
The kitchen phone started its annoying ringtone. Swigging the last of the vodka, she stumbled across the grass and reached it just before the answer machine kicked in.
'Morning gorgeous,' Duncan Mortimer said.
'What the hell do you want? I've got a blistering hangover so piss off.'
'As it's going to be a hot day, I thought we could find a secluded spot and carry on where we left off.'
Jade didn't want to antagonise him, nor did she want to encourage him. Too many friends had deserted her over the last few months. As her popularity dwindled, more had followed suit and hanging on to the last of her supporters was proving difficult.
She switched to her baby voice, as her father called it. 'Seriously I feel yuk. Why don't we leave it until tomorrow? I'll call you in the morning.'
'Okay babe. Make sure you do. Jed took some explicit shots of us on his phone. You wouldn 't want your dad
Patterson emptied the last dregs from the bottle. Elizabeth twirled her glass gazing into the bottom. He knew he would never understand women, at times Liz was a total enigma to him. They had always worked well together and the prospect of their partnership ending upset him. What happened last year had brought them closer. 'Sorry boss.'
She looked up and smiled. 'Yeats won't stay, I promise you.'
'If that's the case, we'd better celebrate. It's Friday night so we can start another bottle?'
Elizabeth Jewell's smile lit up her face. 'Sod work and sod Yeats,' she said and went back into the kitchen for another bottle.
CHAPTER TEN
Saturday May 11th
Jade Harper didn 't want to get out of bed. She'd arrived home at three in the morning and fallen asleep in her clothes and five-inch stiletto heels. Struggling to sit up she squinted through swollen eyelids and made out the time, it was almost midday.
Along with six other friends and acquaintances, Jade had gone to the Alcaidesa nightclub in the centre of Cheltenham with one intention, to get blind drunk. By midnight, she'd lost count of the number of tequila shots she'd downed, so when Duncan Mortimer suggested they go for a walk Jade had gone willingly . Ten minutes later, she found herself in a narrow alleyway engaging in frenetic sex. Thinking about her stupidity and any repercussions from it had brought on a panic attack. Even by her standards, the hangover was one of the worst she'd ever experienced in her eighteen years. Added to that, her body ached all over from the previous night 's gymnastics.
She eased herself across the bed, rummaged in a cabinet drawer until she found a strip of painkillers . She swallowed three, staggered to the bedroom door and listened until she was sure her parents and brother had left the house.
Negotiating the stairs proved difficult as she'd forgotten to remove her shoes. Twice she had to sit down to stop herself falling. When she reached the hall she made straight for her father's office. Jade unlocked the drinks cabinet, removed a bottle of vodka and filled a crystal tumbler to the brim. She drank half and immediately replenished the glass. Feeling marginally better, she wandered into the garden and slumped onto a padded recliner. The sky was a cloudless blue and the noon temperature had reached twenty-two degrees.
Jade closed her sore eyes as her headache began to ease. She turned onto her side, shaded her eyes with her hand and tried to think clearly . Yesterday had been a nightmare, which was why she had needed the alcoholic oblivion. Now the police were at the Academy so it wouldn't be long before they came knocking on her door. The prospect of losing her university place didn't bear thinking about. On top of that , if her parents discovered half of what she'd done they would probably throw her out onto the street. She gazed back at the eighteenth century house set in an acre of garden and imagined living in a disgusting bedsit on the edge of town.
The kitchen phone started its annoying ringtone. Swigging the last of the vodka, she stumbled across the grass and reached it just before the answer machine kicked in.
'Morning gorgeous,' Duncan Mortimer said.
'What the hell do you want? I've got a blistering hangover so piss off.'
'As it's going to be a hot day, I thought we could find a secluded spot and carry on where we left off.'
Jade didn't want to antagonise him, nor did she want to encourage him. Too many friends had deserted her over the last few months. As her popularity dwindled, more had followed suit and hanging on to the last of her supporters was proving difficult.
She switched to her baby voice, as her father called it. 'Seriously I feel yuk. Why don't we leave it until tomorrow? I'll call you in the morning.'
'Okay babe. Make sure you do. Jed took some explicit shots of us on his phone. You wouldn 't want your dad
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