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pushing all the right buttons.
    ‘How was your day?’ Rachel asked.
    ‘Not bad. I spent most of it trying to track down this bloke who’s promised me an intro to a golf pro he knows. Apparently he’s teaching some great new putting technique and I want to interview him about it. He’s already got a few of the top golfers on his books and I want to get to him before it becomes old news. Found the bloke eventually, and I think after a few rounds of golf and a couple of decent lunches, the story’s mine.’
    ‘It’s a tough life,’ said Rachel. ‘One sporting event or long lunch after another. I don’t know how you cope.’
    ‘I know, it’s taken years of training,’ said Harry.
    ‘Years of watching sport and drinking lager more like.’
    ‘Every job has its own type of training. I just happen to be perfectly suited to mine.’
    Rachel had to agree with him. Harry was perfectly suited to his job. Mind you, she was pretty good at hers too; well, most of the time anyway.
    ‘I’m starving,’ said Harry. ‘Let’s go and get a curry.’
    ‘Good idea,’ said Rachel, suddenly realising how hungry she was.
    As they were eating, Harry’s phone beeped with a text message.
    ‘It’s Paul,’ said Harry. ‘He’s got some spare tickets for the comedy club and wants to know if we want to meet him there?’
    ‘What time do you think it’ll finish?’
    ‘Probably around eleven thirty. It should be a laugh. I’ll text him back yes.’
    ‘Okay, but I can’t be too late − early start in the morning and I need my beauty sleep,’ said Rachel.
    ‘Hardly,’ said Harry.
    The show actually finished well after midnight and by the time Rachel got home it was closer to one a.m. She reluctantly set her alarm for six a.m. and climbed into bed.

Chapter 4

    Rachel sat in the meeting room at Beau Street convinced that she was sweating curry. The room wasn’t that big and it had got quite warm with the three of them working in it. Rachel grabbed two breath-freshening mints from her bag and put them in her mouth, swilling them round to get rid of any hint of last night. The double shot latte that she’d drunk on the way in had kicked in though, and she was raring to go. One of Tom Duffy’s team had dropped off a large set of files containing sales and client information that morning and they’d also been given a computer with access to booking records.
    ‘Right, guys, let’s get going. We need to work out a way to divide the work up. I’ve had a look through the files and the sales are split by the top five procedures and then by the rest. They have most of the information set out at the front of the sales records for each month. So Rosa, why don’t you take the top five, AJ, you look at the rest, and I’ll start work on the client base.’
    Rachel read from the files. ‘Right, these are the top five procedures: breast augmentation, liposuction, adominoplasty − that’s a tummy tuck, I think − face lifts and nose reshaping.’
    ‘I’d take the lot if I were you,’ said AJ, laughing.
    ‘Shut up,’ said Rachel, smiling too. ‘Now, if you can both go through the files. We need to look at the trends over the last couple of years − which areas are growing fastest, what are the average prices by procedure, et cetera, et cetera.’
    As well as the top five, Rachel looked at the very long list of other procedures being offered. It had all the things on it that she’d thought they might do, and some!
    ‘Okay, everyone clear?’
    AJ and Rosa both nodded.
    Rachel divided up the files and left herself with the one entitled ‘Client master file’. The Equinox Practise wanted details of the client base, average age, spend levels, frequency of visits, that sort of thing. Rachel began looking through the records. She should probably start by looking at average ages, but instead she found herself just flicking through the records looking at the client names. But after more than an hour of looking, Rachel hadn’t