Come with me, then, said Kristian, and together they had trailed the van through the streets to the police mortuary. Perhaps they would listen to some music on the wireless. She looked up and found her father offering her a glass of whisky. Charlotte stood apart, self-contained, uneasy.
What in heaven's name are you playing at? Come back inside now! file:///K|/eMule/Incoming/Freda%20Warrington%20-%20A%20Taste%20of%20Blood%20Wine. There's no need to pretend, she said, unable to be either polite or hostile to him. I did not mean to offend you. Twelve o'clock, he said, and kissed her again.
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