Looking across the table, she thought Jill Smart was about to remonstrate, but then almost imperceptibly, changed her mind. She who fights and runs away will live to fight another day. Maggie wondered if Jill had worked out what had happened with Flora and was silently pleased.
'Yes, that's a good idea,' Jill said simply. 'It's an early start in the morning. Good night all.'
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And now it was just her and Frank in the cosy restaurant, the clock barely past nine-thirty. By any measure the night was still young, and from nowhere, another of Jimmy's stupid ringtones filled her mind, one that he insisted meant nothing other than he loved the tune. From Frank she'd learnt it was co-written by Bruce Springsteen and performed by the Patty Smith Band, and was one of his favourites.
Take me now baby, here as I am
Pull me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger, is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Because the night belongs to lovers.
Because the night belongs to us.
A THANK YOU FROM AUTHOR ROB WYLLIE
Dear Reader,
A huge thank you for reading The Ardmore Inheritance and I do hope you enjoyed it! For indie authors like myself, reviews are our lifeblood so it would be great if you could take the trouble to post a review on Amazon.
If you did enjoy this book, I'm sure you would also like the other books in the series, A Matter of Disclosure, The Leonardo Murders, and the Aphrodite Suicides, all available on Amazon. Search 'Maggie Bainbridge'- or click here
Thank you for your support.
Regards
Rob
