Alex had opened his door and was already walking around to open Jane’s, though she beat him to it. ‘They stayed with us a while. An Australian and an Irishwoman. They wouldn’t have had copies.’
Jane got out of the truck and let him close the door for her. He pressed the alarm remote. ‘It doesn’t make sense, Alex. George has got your phone number – he even knows your name. If he suspected that you were the man who attacked the Penfold Son he could have tracked you down easily and had you investigated. I don’t understand it.’
‘So you didn’t tell him, then?’
She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to him. ‘No, I didn’t. And I don’t bloody well know why I didn’t.’
‘Would you like a drink?’
She frowned at him. ‘Oh, all right. I hardly touched a drop during dinner.’
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