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as I stroked my fingers delicately over the surface. 
         Slowly turning the object over in my hands I came across the initials G.H. on the bottom followed by a short message, ‘ Drown the Devil in your sins. ’
         Odd inscription briefly crossed my mind before it wandered back to the initials.
         Had to mean a name, but what?  George, Gerry, Guy something or other?
         I took one last look into the alley before making my way back to Zoe’s flat.
     
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         I was in the middle of watching Bridget Jones’s Diary (after finding it rammed at the back of Zoe’s cupboard) when the woman herself came through the door.
         ‘ Hi! ’ I called out.  ‘ How was your day? ’
         Chucking her bag on the floor, she replied, ‘ Exhausting and frustrating, ’ then disappeared into her bedroom.
         Five minutes later she returned wearing blue baggy trousers and a baggy white T-shirt with “My eyes are further up” written across her chest.
         I managed to get out, ‘ So what happened? ’ before she disappeared into the kitchen.
         Thinking she was going to put the kettle on I started to call out if she’d make me one, but half way through she came back in with two wine glasses and an unopened bottle of red Shiraz.
         Gazing up at her with a smirk I said, ‘ I thought you didn’t drink during the week? ’
         ‘ As of today I do. ’   Zoe plonked herself down on the sofa next to me.  ‘ I forgot I had this movie.  Where did you find Bridget? ’ she said while picking up the DVD case.
         ‘ At the back of that cupboard over there. ’
         ‘ Ah, the one filled to the brim with junk.  No wonder I haven’t been able to find it. ’
         ‘ So? ’
         ‘ Hmmm? ’ she turned her eyes to me.
         ‘ What’s with the wine? ’
         ‘ I fancied a drink.  Is that a crime? ’
         ‘ Not a crime, just suspicious. ’
         ‘ And what’s suspicious about having a nice, relaxing alcoholic drink after a long day being trapped inside a stuffy office? ’
         ‘ Nothing if you were anyone else.  However, the fact that you don’t usually drink in the week and you despise red wine and only stock it because you know it’s my favourite, kind of gives me a hint something isn’t quite right. ’
         She turned her eyes to the wine bottle, sighing as she unscrewed it to pour.  After handing me a glass and taking a sip of her own, she leant into the back of the sofa and closed her eyes.
         ‘ I’ve ended it with Mark, ’ she blurted.
         I wasn’t even aware she was seeing him, not in the traditional sense at least.
         ‘ Was there anything to end in the first place? ’
         Snapping her green eyes on me she replied, ‘ What do you mean? ’
         ‘ Well, you weren’t exactly a couple were you?  You’ve only known him a few days.  I wouldn’t have classified that as an item. ’
         ‘ When you put it like that I suppose you’re right. ’
         ‘ So what forced you to “ end it ” ? ’
         ‘ I’ve been thinking a lot lately since his behaviour the other night.  There’s something about him I don’t trust.  A dark side I’m uncomfortable with.  I can’t pinpoint it exactly, just feel.  In all honesty, he scares me.  The sex was mind blowing, can’t complain in that department, don’t think anyone could, but even that was too intense.  There’s something powerful waiting to burst out and I don’t want to be in the firing line when it does.  It’s not me.  I can’t cope with a man like that. ’
         I could sprang from the depths of my mind.  Where did that come from?   I hastily took a mouthful of wine to cover up the sudden heat that flamed my skin.
         ‘ I phoned him while at work.  The conversation didn’t last long.  Thinking back, there wasn’t really a