“Sure.” The iPhone man walked off. Rachel sighed with relief and checked to see whether her drinking companion suspected anything. But he was oblivious to everything except his desire to lead her elsewhere.

“So how about it?” he pressed.

“You don’t like it here?”

“It’s noisy and I think the band will start up in a couple of minutes.” He looked directly into her eyes.

“Where do you want to go?” Rachel needed time to think and she wanted to delay the confrontation as long as possible.

At that moment Markus passed by. Rachel noted that her companion didn’t look at him.

“I’m a real estate agent,” Carter said, “We could have a bite to eat then adjourn to one of the empty flats I look after. Fu...

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