‘Such a shame.’
Joan didn’t look sorry. If anything, her eyes shone as she put her hand to the side of her mouth. I don’t know why she bothered, none of the others had arrived.
‘Flo told me he waited by the carousel for more than three hours. Imagine. All of those people disappointed, all that money to return.’
‘Couldn’t he borrow one?’
‘He’s a diva! Went off on a rant by all accounts. No one’s seen him since.’ Joan licked her lips and withdrew her treasure from its case. ‘Guess who’s been promoted?’
Why did I suspect foul play?
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