Where were you Friday evening?’ Price puffed up like a sucker fish. ‘Screw you, bitch. I don’t have to justify squat for you! I was at home. Alone, just like I told the stormtroopers.’ ‘Don’t dick with me, boy wonder,’ I snarled. ‘You can cooperate or I can put you under the microscope. Hell, there is no telling what might fall out when I start shaking a tree. Do us both a favor and save the bluster for the judge.’ Price had a hint of actual fear in his demeanor. I could smell it like a shark sensing blood in the water. He was hiding something. ‘Look, just give me one name. Someone that saw you at home and we’re done.’ Price shook his head. ‘Fuck that. We’re done. You think I wasn’t home? Then you prove it. Until then, I want a lawyer if you have more questions.’ He sat back smugly, his arms crossed on his chest. I smiled the crocodile smile for him. ‘Fine, but you need to know something, Pez Brain. I’m the one that set the uniforms on you, not Stansbury and I’ll keep turning up like. It wasn't. Instead, in front of me was a middle aged woman in a suit. It was immaculately cut. French? She had shoulder length brown hair and fantastic cleavage. She sat opposite me. I saw her skirt ride up, and glanced at the stockings she had on underneath. She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes lit up and I thought I detected a glint in her eye, but her glasses made it difficult to tell.I carried on reading. The woman had a copy of the Telegraph out and was doing the crossword. So, not French after all? A waiter came over, and asked her if she'd like anything. I thought I caught a glimpse of her looking at me, as she licked her bottom lip. "Sauvignon, please". Her accent was soft and alluring.Thinking nothing of it, I carried on reading. My train was called, and I got up. Polite as ever, I said goodbye to her.I sat down in First Class at a table. It was very quiet. I got my phone out, and put on some music. I was just about to plug in the charger. when she appeared again and sat.
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