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‘But the exchange confirms the time of the call from Steyne Florists. Twelve-twenty-one,’ said Peter. ‘I’m sorry, Lottie, but the McDermotts aren’t lying, and Fernanda Howard is.’
I was silent.
‘Sorry it’s not better news. But at least you know, now, and can let it rest.’
‘I suppose so.’
‘And I must …
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