Marty grabbed his gym bag and slung it over his shoulder. He headed towards the front door, stopping to grab his car keys before heading out. He slammed the front door shut and glanced back at to check that the door had closed. The lights on the white, ten-year-old BMW parked ou…
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Martha stared at the man sat opposite her through the blue haze of cigarette smoke. He shifted in his seat, but his eyes gave nothing away. Muffled whi…
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The older, distinguished gentleman was reclined in an armchair reading a broadsheet. “Aliyah, where are you going?” demanded the man as he peered over …
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