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‘Where did Jamie go?’

‘Where did Jamie go?’

Who’s Jamie?’ Layla continued to clear the tables.

‘The Chef, you must remember’.

‘There’s been so many, they float in and out, I barely notice’.

She carried the tray to the counter and closed her eyes, took a big breath, and kept going.

‘He was really good, the customer’s loved him.’ Jude started to check the bar stock for the evening rush.

Layla took out her phone and sent a text.

“We’ve really stuffed up this time, this one’s got fans”.

The reply came “I’ve taken good care of it, he will never be found.”


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