Quarter Past Two On A Wednesday Afternoon - Plot & Excerpts
She kept glancing at her watch, as jittery as someone anticipating a first date.What could Jamie Spellman tell her that she didn’t already know, or that he hadn’t told the police twenty years ago? This would be nothing but a pointless ordeal. The obstinate part of her argued that there must be something Jamie could give her, something of significance only to herself.At least ten minutes earlier than necessary, she was in the cloakroom, brushing her hair, checking her appearance in the mirror. She had dressed plainly, distancing herself as far as possible from the gauche teenager of their last meeting: hair swept up and held in a comb, her black suit, silver ear-studs. What change would Jamie see in her? But to follow that train of thought meant summoning memories that threatened her resolve.The pub was busy, a large male group clustered round the bar, all tables occupied, but as Anna entered and stood inside the door she saw Jamie looking her way, getting up from his seat at a corner table.
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