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there was still a faint hope in me, encouraged by Mex’s words, that perhaps things could flourish
but if not, then the occasional tryst would be good for my libido.

I probably had the radio on too loud to easily hear the doorbell but its persistence finally
succeeded.

‘Hey you have music so loud you cannot hear your visitors and why are you painting your hair
white? And why are you in your briefs?’

Gabriela swept past me carrying what looked like a Fortnum and Masons hamper. The whiff of
emulsion paint made her pop her head into the bedroom.

‘Bryant, I am so pleased. You take my advice and wipe bad memories from your apartment.’ She
wagged her finger at me. ‘I hope you are doing this for yourself and not for me.’

For a moment I was struck dumb and motionless, I could only look at this beautiful vision wearing a
light flowered chiffon dress that clearly displayed her only other clothing was a thong. She came
back towards me to kiss me and I involuntarily ran my hands up and down her back.

‘Bryant, I am not carrying a wire! Look at me, where would I put it?’

I laughed. ‘I am sorry.’

‘I am here because Mex has told me how upset you are and I want to tell you myself that I am
sorry. I searched your apartment and made you take me to Spain as Mex asked me but he never
ordered me to get you into the sack. That is why I am here.’

‘To get me into bed?’

‘Of course. I told you there was no future for us but I still enjoy sex with you and I hope you do also.
Now, wash off the paint on your hair and face and later we will have the picnic I have brought.’

She sat astride me and as she bent down to kiss me her hair covered my face and I breathed deep
to swallow her sweet odour. Mex’s words echoed in my head, “if sex was involved then it was

because she wanted it.”

She sat up when I grasped her petite derriere and I moved my hands to cup her breasts. She
moaned a little and bent over me again.

I felt the needle enter my neck just behind my jugular. I could not move and when she got off me I
was staring at the ceiling, my eyes already beginning to water.

I heard the rustling of her clothes as she dressed. She seemed to be in no hurry, had she given me a
fatal dose like Frank Furlong and Rose Ashley? Was she going to stay and watch me die? Would
those who find me assume a heart attack? If DI Harvey was involved, he would certainly instruct the
pathologist to look for puncture marks and chemicals and my dying wish would be that he would
find her and punish her.