by Gary Cumminskey The midnight streets were empty. As Paul drove from his townhouse he shivered from the cold, but it would only be a short journey, especially at this hour. He battled to believe he had been in bed…
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by Gary Cumminskey The midnight streets were empty. As Paul drove from his townhouse he shivered from the cold, but it would only be a short journey, especially at this hour. He battled to believe he had been in bed…