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Drew rolled his eyes. Clive understood that Drew avoided publicity when he could, and Clive did a magnificent job of keeping Drew current while avoiding the disclosure of private details. Clive had been quite bemused that Drew had been linked to Shelley but hadn’t asked questions. He knew better.
“Okay, let’s hit the car. I need a shower,” Drew said as Clive and Charlotte cracked a couple of jokes about the comments.
“I’ll have your meal readied for you,” Charlotte announced when they headed out of the venue.
“Thanks,” Drew replied as his thoughts swapped to Shelley. After tomorrow, it was game on. Drew wanted her back in his life!
Shelley
If my phone hadn’t been expensive, I think I might have thrown it across the room. An old friend had tagged her friends’ list in a post of Drew. It cut me to the quick when I saw him. His hair was wet, like someone had poured a bottle of water over it and hung around his handsome face. He was looking down at his guitar as he played a song clearly. Drew wore a black button-down shirt and leather trousers. He had several days’ worth of stubble and looked hot.
What choked Shelley up was what he had around his neck. She’d bought him a leather necklace, and with his top three buttons undone, you could see it clearly. It sent a sharp pang through her, and she recognised that she actually missed him. Even though Drew had played her for a fool and had been spying on her, they’d had some good times.
Shelley put the phone down and wondered what he was doing now. Was he shacked up with some bimbo who’d attended hisconcert? Was he alone and thinking of her? There were too many questions and no answers.
Drew hadn’t contacted her for a while, and she had no idea if he was still in touch with Charlie. Shelley refused point-blank to ask.
Sighing, Shelley placed her phone down. Life couldn’t get any worse or more tragic.
Two days later.
Shelley headed towards the coffee shop where she worked. Honestly, she could secure a job working in an office, but she found it dull and boring. She enjoyed interacting with people, or at least had until John Saville entered her life. And speaking of the devil, Shelley spotted a car outside the shop that she recognised. DI Wilson. Now what?
As she approached, Wilson got out of the vehicle and smiled briefly.
“Miss Evans.”
“DI Wilson, how are you?” she asked out of politeness.
“I’m well, thank you for asking. Someone has stepped forward with some evidence about your attack. It would be helpful if you could come to the station and review it, please; it might jog your memory,” Wilson said.
“Are you aware I’m suffering from amnesia? I had a head injury, and a lot of things are sketchy for me,” Shelley replied.
“Yes, we are aware. I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you’re recovering.”
“I’ve healed from the blow, but unfortunately, some of my memories have not returned. Will I need a solicitor this time?” Shelley asked, getting straight to the point.
“No. This is more an identification than an interview,” Wilson said. He paused and looked as if he wanted to ask something.
“Go on, Detective Inspector, ask,” Shelley urged.
“Why is Drew Martin no longer around?” Wilson asked bluntly.
“Because I can’t recall him.”
“Not at all? That’s strange because you seemed to be becoming close. He even sprang for your solicitor last time,” Wilson challenged.
“He did? That is news to me. But no, I don’t remember a single detail about him. Which, if we were close like you claim, bodes ill for your ID parade,” Shelley pointed out.
“I can’t disagree. However, this is not a parade, just some footage that came to light. It will all make sense when you view it.”
“I’ll come after work. I finish at five p.m. today; it’s a short shift,” Shelley offered, and Wilson nodded.
“See you then, Miss Evans.”
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The day flew by, and Shelley grew more nervous as the minutes ticked past. Before she knew it, five o’clock had rolled around. Shelley considered begging off, but thought it best to get this over and done with. She left her car at the shop, as the police station was just down the road. Walking allowed Shelley to gather her thoughts, and she was prepared for what Wilson planned to throw at her.
