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I was Declan Travis’s lover for two years. Why won’t anyone believe me?
He likes to make out he’s a family man, but he’s a dirty, lying sex maniac. He’s
used me and ruined my life.
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I told you. I’m not interested in going to the papers. I don’t care
what they’re saying.
I wasn’t talking about the papers. Come out to the car. I’m
parked right outside your house.
Sally Travis was the kind of blonde who would once have been
called ‘perky’, had passed through ‘foxy’, and could now be
described as ‘well preserved and probably lusted after quietly
by the chairman of the golf club’. She opened the door of my
car, waited while I brushed the crumbs off the passenger seat,
and sat down.
‘I had to do something,’ she said. She lit a cigarette with
perfectly manicured fingers and blew out a large, perfectly
constructed smoke ring. ‘He’s past it. He’s been offered nothing
in six months but a Pets in Crisis and the holiday cover for
Anthea’s Antiques.’
‘He doesn’t know you’re behind this?’
‘Of course he doesn’t know,’ she said wearily. ‘He’s thick as
two short planks, bless him. If he knew the truth, he would have
blurted it out weeks ago. I just thought this way we could raise
his profile, make him ... exciting again. You know, relevant.’
I stared at her. ‘He’s going insane with worry.’
She narrowed her eyes. ‘I know you think I’m awful. But look –
I just got off the phone with his agent. This morning alone
we’ve been offered a slot on Loose Women and two exclusives
with the Sundays. Best of all, morning telly has come knocking
again. It’s what he loves.’
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She raised a small smile. ‘Oh, I know he’s a bit shaken now, but
I’ll fill the kids in. And once he sees what’s come out of it, he’ll
be absolutely delighted.’
She exhaled and blew another perfect smoke ring out the
window.
‘Besides, I can’t have him under my feet all day, Bella. He
drives me nuts.’ She turned to look at me. ‘What?’ she said.
Her high heel crunched on a stray Frazzle. ‘I don’t suppose you
want a job?’ I said.
I was back in the office by four. The traffic on the M3 was
awful, but I hadn’t cared. I had sung along to a CD, eaten two
packs of emergency Pickled Onion Monster Munch, and
pondered the subtle complexities of enduring love. It wasn’t a
subject that came up much in my line of work.
Sally Travis and I had talked it out over a further half hour. We
had agreed that @Blond_Becca would disappear as abruptly as
she had arrived. Declan would remain blissfully ignorant.
Nobody would be able to pin anything on him, but the faint hint
of marital naughtiness would perversely do him no harm with
the housewives. And we would place a four-page spread in the
next edition of OK! – DECLAN AND SALLY TRAVIS: ‘STRONGER
THAN EVER AFTER TWENTY YEARS OF MARRIAGE’. The wives
would read it out of sympathy for Sally. The husbands would
leaf through with a flicker of envy that the old dog still had it. I
had called a contact at the magazine, and they were totally up
for it. That fee alone would cover Frank Digger Associates’
expenses.
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