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     As Virl sat satring out of the window, the cafe rotated round thirty degrees. Amy was already late, this wasn't going to help her! I don't know who I'm looking for and I don't even know the gender and what if my clothes aren't suitable, am I wearing too much make up? I need this job, bills piling up and- BREATHE WOMAN!!! Why do I get so nervous? I can't be worse than the girl who just left crying.... can I??

     "Amy? Amy here I am." The kind voice, motherly, came singing along the cafe. "Thought this place would be easy to find; plus I can show you the offices." Virk handed the menu to Amy and asked if she would like wine with her meal. Amy was to busy looking at the prices: I can't afford this place!!

     "Erm! she coughed " I, erm, can't actually afford this place." She closed her mind's eye and hoped for the best.

    "Oh, I see. Maybe we should go somewhere else?" Virlandra studied Amy's face. "Or maybe we should go straight to the offices. I have a nice stash of brandy!"

     Amy was so relieved. She thought that would be the end of it. If she hadn't got the job by the end of today, she was gonna have to find a different way out.

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     Back at the station, Jo was filing away the old reports of Turner's desk. He'd not turned up this morning and Jo wsn't really suprised. She'd left him in the Marrott, along with her stockings and a bad hangover. She smiled to herself, knowing he was probably still there, recovering.

     "Jo. I need a private word. I know you were with DI Turner last night," she paused as Jo's face blanched "Sorry, but he's not home and he's not at the hotel. Do you know anywhere else he could be?

     Jo looked like she was about to faint but stood sturdy. "No" she said quietly. Alan was missing.

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