Sowerbutt
looked shell-shocked, his face turning as white as a sheet. “I’m married.” The
slap resounded around the flat. “You bastard, Sorbay,” Polly shouted. “You said
she was dead. You buried her and you dealt with her killer. What she has risen
from the grave?”
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