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Molly shook her head as she stared at the traffic outside the window of the cafe, "there wasn't a number...I'm none the wiser whose sent me it"

Pippa looked up, "OMG that's well scarey...it must of freaked you right out, Molls...I know it would me"

Molly shrugged and sat back in the chair, "I'm just hanging on tenderhooks...I keep finking that there's someone out there stalking me..."

Pippa leaned forward and lowered her voice, "Molls...what is all this about...I mean...you've been acting funny for days...do you KNOW what's brought all this on?"

Molly was on the defensive, "No! Why would I?", she scraped the chair back and stood, "Look ...Tracey's on her own at the salon, you've got the day off so somebodies gotta help out"

Pippa looked up at her, "Molls...just be careful"

Molly brushed off her fears, "It's nothink...I'm okay...fings are gonna be fine...I'll just change my number"

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The Sun was blazing hot in the South of France. Graham Finchley came down the marble steps of the chateau and stopped at the base of them. He pulled out his iPhone and smiled to himself, he then looked up to see Charles walk over from one of a number of out buildings around the complex. He watched him walk the rim of the pond at the centre of the complex that was lined with palm trees.

"Charles...I trust your room is to your satisfaction"

Charles nodded as he removed his shades and smiled, "Yes...it will do very nicely Graham...it's superb. So are you nervous...big day tomorrow, are you coping", he joked.

Graham laughed, "well, you know...goodbye to the batchelor life and all that...but I suspect we will be very happy together, myself and Jennifier"

Charles laughed and he manouvered his friend down the path, "well...as your best man, I am at duty to make sure you behave yourself and turn up to this wedding in a HALF decent manner"

Graham turned, "Half?"

Charles laughed and patted his mate on the back, "well...half decent is for tomorrow...half of a disgrace is tonight", he jested with a cheeky wink of the eye.

Graham rubbed his hands together, "Hang on and wait just one moment...where are the others?"

"In town...I said we'd meet them there..."

"Then we best be on our way and not keep them waiting my dear fellow"

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At the Army shop, Fiona looked at Molly, "look...this has all happened since I told you all that rumour business in Afghan...why not you just leave it all be now, Molls"

Molly exhaled, "Yeah...I know...I do make a rod for my own back dont I"

Fiona laughed, "Yes you do...look...go home...be with your daughter...be with Lee, he's done nothing bad since you've known him, has he? Just let sleeping dogs lie...I wish I never opened my mouth in the first place"

Molly gave her a parting hug and handed her back the mug of cold tea, "I see you later...take care"

"And you Molls"

Molly left the Army shop and made her way up the street and crossed. Fiona turned and made ready to pack up and go home.

A car stopped across the busy street outside.

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In France the music was loud in the club. Graham downed a beer as he watched Charles and his other mates drink and having a good old laugh.

His phone vibrated and he looked at the display...he put t to his ear, "What?"

He turned his back on his mates and went to the corner with his other finger in his ear.

"...really? Then DO IT...Do it now"

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...in London, while Molly read Esther a bedtime story in her bedroom, she had no knowledge yet of her phone on the kitchen counter recieving a text that read: YOU WERE WARNED, and of her mate Fiona lying motionless on the floor of the Army shop, beaten black and blue.

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