the next morning. Frankie was already up and about. Grace noted that he looked a much healthier colour. He grinned at her as she walked in. “I was out for the count yesterday! I haven’t slept like that since I went on Len’s stag night to Ibiza. I bet you thought I was dead!” Grace forced a smile. “Are you feeling better? Have you got a headache? Stomach ache? Feeling dizzy?” Frankie rubbed his stomach. “I had a bit of a dodgy tummy this morning, I’d give the toilet a good twenty minutes to clear. Other than that I feel great.” “Good,” Grace said. “You don’t mind if I go out today? A woman came in yesterday asking about Georgian antiques and furnishings. She wants me to go round to her house. It’s Heathville, you know that fancy big house on the hill?” Frankie gave a whistle. “Everyone knows about that house. Wipe your feet when you go in.” He looked at the rack of clothes at the back of the shop: Charlie’s clothes. “Did I give you a reason as to why I bought these?
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