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Sitting in his attic, Jane fumed.
Who was this Bob Kirkland? And why was he sniffing round Lisbon like a stray dog looking to cock its leg? He'd appeared from nowhere, without any good reason, whilst Jane had been pre-occupied with Lorelei's escape.
Jane shifted uncomfortably. His plan hadn't succeeded yet but it hadn't failed either. Lorelei would realise he was telling her the truth, and they had both got away with the break-out. Cuts and bruises would heal.
Lorelei. He should focus on Lorelei. So why could he only think of Lisbon?
And the SOB stalking her.