This weeks words: entrails, kiss, perfect
Drugged?
Maybe that explained the gnawing hunger pangs in my belly. Restored by tea, I opened the fridge to see if I had the makings of a fry up. Eggs, tomatoes, black pudding. Links of butchers sausages coiled up like entrails. Perfect!
“Ellie, you’ve spaced out again. You’ve been staring into that fridge for five minutes.” Jasper put his arm around my shoulders and plunked a kiss on my forehead.
“What are we going to do with you?” he asked. “What were you doing at that place anyway?”
I could answer that one, “DCI Petersson picked me to go undercover.”
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