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banking access codes.” His brow had crinkled. “This is very strange: you appear to have gone through the three highest levels of security and used the correct PINs and passwords too. That isn’t standard practice at all for card cloning.”
    Andi had had the horrible sensation that she was whizzing down to earth even faster than Jeb Corliss in his wingsuit.
    “My money was taken over the Internet?”
    He had nodded. “It’s very unusual for this to happen. Is it possible that somebody could have got access to your security? Could anyone else know your PINs? A family member, maybe?”
    Andi closed her eyes. There was only one person she’d trusted with those details. Not a family member – if Angel had had access to any of her money she’d have done a trolley dash round Gucci before you could say “credit card” – but there was one person, one person she’d trusted totally...
    “My boyfriend,” she’d whispered.
    The bank manager had stared at her. Incredulous didn’t come close to describing the look on his face. “I’m sorry, for a minute I thought you said your boyfriend had access to your online security?”
    Andi had nodded miserably. “I’m at work a lot and Tom’s at home. He does a lot of our shopping online.” He also did the lion’s share of their poker playing and porn viewing too, which had been the cause of this morning’s enormous row. Tom had thought her most unreasonable; what else was he supposed to do all day? Andi had almost suggested getting off his backside and finding a job, but had stopped herself just in time. After all, she knew how sensitive Tom was to any suggestion that his career as an actor might have to be reconsidered. He was convinced that it was only a matter of time before his talent was spotted. Andi was all for matters of time, but just how much time was starting to become something of an issue. Was he talking weeks? Months? Or, as she was starting to fear, aeons?
    Talking of time, maybe it was time she called exactly that on their relationship? She wasn’t happy and it wasn’t working. The fact that she believed Tom could steal her money spoke volumes.
    While her thoughts had raced, the bank manager had taken off his glasses and sat pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d looked like a man on the brink of nervous collapse.
    “So you’re telling me that you have given your boyfriend permission to access your accounts? Then it isn’t a case of theft, Miss Evans.” The words it’s a case of stupidity had hung in the air like subtitles. “ This really isn’t the bank’s fault, is it?”
    What could Andi possibly have said to that? She had fled from the bank feeling so stupid that she wouldn’t have been surprised if the Oxford English Dictionary’s definition of the word had been Miranda Evans. She tried calling Tom but he wasn’t answering and was pointedly ignoring her private Facebook messages.
    The lift doors hissed open and Andi somehow managed to make her way to her desk. The office clock glared down at her, balefully announcing that she was over forty minutes late. Her heart sank even further when Zoe stalked over. So much for hoping to come in undetected. What was she thinking to even imagine that would be possible? Zoe was a bloodhound when it came to sniffing out office misdemeanours.
    “You’re late,” Zoe said when she reached Andi’s workstation. The air was instantly choked with the cloying scent of Poison , which made Andi feel queasy. She took a deep breath and prayed she didn’t hurl all over her line manager’s Kurt Geiger shoes.
    “Sorry, Zoe, it won’t happen again. There’s been a bit of a problem with my bank account and—”
    But Zoe was holding up her hand and looking bored.
    “I don’t need to hear any excuses, Andi. Time is time, remember? And what does time cost?” She fixed Andi with a pebble-eyed stare.
    “Money,” said Andi dully. This little mantra was one of Zoe’s favourites.
    “Exactly!” Zoe agreed,