Intentions
Bodie stopped the Capri outside Doyle's flat.
"Thing is," he started to say.
"What?"
"Last night. I wasn't not asking you..."
Doyle puzzled it over, cackling. "Isn't that a double whatsit?"
Bodie shrugged, too nervous to be amused. Why was that? Doyle was his partner, his friend. They'd faced death, shared nights out and the birds
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