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W hen Nightingale had finished telling her what hed seen on the CCTV footage in Mitchells house, he picked up his glass and toasted her. So what do you think?

She ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass. How am I supposed to answer that? she said. Nothing thats happened over the past few weeks makes any sense, not really. Its like the whole world has turned upside down for us but for everyone else life just carries on as normal. Jenny sipped her wine, then put down her glass. I dont think you imagined it, she said. I know thats what you think Im thinking.

I wouldnt blame you.

Just because the CCTV didnt show Proserpine, doesnt mean that she wasnt there. She leaned towards him. I believe you, Jack.

I know you do. But there was a hell of a lot of video of me just standing there with a blank look on my face. He shrugged. Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe I imagined the whole thing.

Youre not a man given to making things up, Jack. I know that much about you.

You didnt see the video, Jenny. There was just me, standing on the patio. But thats not what happened. At least, its not what I remember happening. She was there. Mitchell came out through the French windows and she she did something. He was frozen to the ground and then she sent him to Hell. Mitchells people tried to stop her. And her dog, it became this this thing. This three-headed dog-thing.

Jenny chuckled. You see, if you were making it up youd come up with something better than that.

The dog-thing killed Mitchells men. But there were no bodies. No nothing.

You dont take drugs, do you?

Of course not.

And youre not prone to hallucinations, are you?

Nightingale shook his head.

So no, I dont think you made it up and I dont think you imagined it. I think its more likely that something was done to the video. Either by Mitchells people or by Proserpine. Someone who didnt want people to know what happened.

Nightingale swirled the ice cubes around his glass. Just so long as you dont think Im going mad. He drained his glass. Another?

You said one drink, Jack. Youve had two already.

One more wont hurt. Its not as if Im driving far, is it?

Jack

Okay, okay. Ill have a Coke. He stood up and kissed her on the cheek. I dont know what Id do without you.

Carry on like this and pretty soon youll be finding out, she said.

Nightingale winked at her and headed for the bar.


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