❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠.
George, Lucy and Carolynne converged on the landing just as the bell rang again for a second time. Lockwood's turbaned head was already poking around his door.
"Who is it?" His voice sounded different. Deeper, raw and....broken? Carolynne didn't look at him though. "A client?"
"Not your concern!" George called, "you're staying in bed!"
"It might be an interesting client!"
"None of your business if it is! I'll deal with it, understand? I'm your deputy! Do not get out of bed! Do I need to send Carolynne up to keep you there?"
"All right…."
Lockwood would normally jump at the chance of cuddling up with Carolynne in bed...
"Promise?" Lucy called.
"I promise."
Lockwood then disappeared. Shaking their heads, George, Lucy and Carolynne went to the door. Standing on the step was Inspector Montagu Barnes, looking more hangdog and weatherworn than ever. In the drab light of afternoon, it was hard to know where the folds of his face ended and his saggy trench coat began. "Karim," he said, "Miss Carlyle, Miss Lynch. Mind if I come in?"
