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schedule for her life list. And yet whatever Anna did to secure herself a future, it was never enough. It would never be enough to make her feel safe, and Liv was the only person in the world who really understood that.
    ‘Anna!’ Liv demanded her friend’s attention. ‘Remember the Regina Clarkson incident?’
    Anna nodded, chewing anxiously at her peach-coloured lips. ‘Right, well, if you were wrong about Regina Clarkson, then you can be wrong about Tom too. And besides, Google isn’t God you know, it doesn’t know everything. And seriously, I am fairly sure that in the history of the universe there has
never
been a slutty Martha.’
    ‘Well, there is now,’ Anna said, calming down a little. Although the Regina Clarkson incident had surely been one of the lowest points of her life, it was proof that she was sometimes spectacularly wrong about everything. ‘Look, I know I’m not famous for being intuitive, but I just know it in my heart that something is terribly wrong with Tom. And I don’t know why I’m surprised. I’ve always known that I could never be this lucky. And now I’ve got to prove it, otherwise I will literally explode. I’ve got to know, Liv. You know I can’t stand not knowing what is going to happen.’
    ‘I know, I know,’ Liv said, making Anna look her in the eye, ‘but Tom isn’t your mum. He’s an amazing guy, I know he is. And whatever is going on, it won’t be the end of you and him. I know it won’t be.’
    ‘But I don’t,’ Anna said quietly. ‘And I need to. So will you come with me, to spy on him? Like any best friend of a woman who wants a relationship based on trust with her future husband would do. Please?’
    Liv sighed heavily. ‘Right, well, even if this Martha is his secret girlfriend, which she isn’t, how on earth do we find out what PE KHS means?’
    ‘Pizza Express near Kensington High Street,’ Anna told her quickly, reacting to Liv’s expression of surprise at her rapid decoding skills. ‘What? I made a list of all the possible and most likely combinations it could be in order and then made a few calls. Pizza Express was third on my list. I called to confirm the booking, and his name was right there.’
    ‘You are wasted in catering,’ Liv said. ‘When all this is over you need to start up another business as a private detective. Or a spy. MI5 would kill for you.’
    ‘The point is,’ Anna said, ‘I know where we have to follow him to because he’s taking his tart for a cheap lunch before shagging her in some motel room. Oh!’ Anna gasped, her imagination running away with her. ‘What if she’s a prostitute! What if Tom’s got a secret hooker habit? Or what if Martha is code name for Martin. What if he’s secretly gay! Oh my God, we haven’t sex in weeks; I think he’s secretly gay!’
    ‘Regina Clarkson!’ Liv shouted what had become their ‘safety phrase’ in her best psycho-chef voice. ‘Tom hasn’t got a secret hooker habit, gay or otherwise. This is Tom we’re talking about. He doesn’t have to pay for sex! He can have any girl he wants … not that he wants any girl but you, and even if girls constantly do throw themselves at him, he wouldn’t even look at one. I mean he told me, a couple of days ago in the pub, that night you stayed in to do the accounts, that even when they had all those glamour models at the footballer’s book launch, practically getting their chests out for him, he didn’t even …’ Liv took one look at the expression of horror on Anna’s face. ‘OK, fine then. Let’s go and spy on him.’
    ‘I’m pretty sure that’s not entirely necessary,’ Liv said, folding her arms as Anna flattened herself against the wall outside Pizza Express, the collar of her raincoat turned up and her shades on, despite the distinctly overcast December day, which had an air of gloom that couldn’t even be lifted by the strings of brightly coloured lights that criss-crossed the busy street, packed with last-minute