She stepped. He side-stepped. She stepped the other way. He was there. He put out a strong hand and clasped it like a handcuff on her wrist. She saw the egg-white bed. “Don’t be like that, Maud. I want to talk to you. I’m suffering terribly in about equal amounts of curiosity and jealousy. I can’t believe you’ve got involved with sweet useless Roland and I can’t understand what you’re doing haunting the Crematorium here, unless you have.” “Crematorium?” “Ash Factory.” He was pulling on her arm while he talked so that her body and her briefcase were leaning towards his body, which put out its
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