Victoria Perry had a soft spot for Donald May; it had been there ever since A levels at Hartley Grammar School. There they had sat in the FE room, the only two studying Latin. You always remember your first kiss; and he had been the one. Then university: she had stayed local; he had gone to Norwich. The next time they had met, they were both with others. They saw each other ‘in the distance’ from time to time but he was a now senior police officer; she was still a reporter for the Hartley Gazette and Argus. But she had never forgotten, and never would, that Christmas Party in the upper sixth.

It had come as a surprise when May had phoned her. Perry had been shocked at the suggestion they meet up for a coffee. But she had been intrigued by his invitation and the reasoning be...

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