The young man was sipping an old fashioned talking with the
barman. As he laughed, his dark curls bounced playfully in the dim lighting,
sending shivers down Inspector Jacob’s spine. ‘Come on, old boy, he thought.
Now it is not the time to fall in love.’ He approached the bar. Andrew
Nikolakis, sensing him, turned around and his blue eyes glowed with excitement.
‘Good to see you, again, Inspector.’
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