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head.
    ‘Drug dealer. Who else have you got?’
    Well I’ll be damned. A drug dealer? I didn’t see that one coming. It didn’t matter. I had left the best till last. ‘Sebastian Levi.’ I could feel my smug smile stretching my face.
    ‘Hmmmm.’ Trent looked thoughtful. ‘What does he look like?’
    ‘Thick dark hair, five o’clock shadow, dark eyes, good tan.’
Utterly delicious
.
    ‘Oh yes,’ he said, ‘I think I know him. But he doesn’t go by that name. Come with me.’
    I followed him through to the front offices, where Dave was interviewing a man. It was Sebastian.
    ‘What the?’ I said.
    ‘That’s Julian Lemur. He runs a chop shop. Stole Bert O’Sullivan’s Jaguar last night. Daniel saw him gaining access and called it in.’
    A chop shop? Well, double poo with icing on top.
    I did the only thing a sane woman could. I went back out to the office and helped myself liberally to the box of donuts. At least I knew how bad they were for me.
     
    ***
     
    I had finished my packing when Susie knocked on my door.
    ‘You’ve lost more weight,’ I said. I hadn’t seen her since graduation and she’d lost at least another couple of dress sizes.
    ‘Still got a bit to lose before…’ She stopped talking and held her left hand out. A fat diamond glistened on her fourth finger.
    ‘You’re engaged?’ I gasped. ‘You and Liam?’
    ‘I know it’s fast,’ she said. ‘But he’s so wonderful, and we get on so well, and we want the same things for our future and when he asked me, well… it just felt right.’
    ‘That’s wonderful,’ I said, throwing my arms around her. ‘Congratulations.’
    I dragged her suitcase into the lounge and Cocoa jumped up on her, demanding to be patted.
    ‘He hasn’t changed,’ she said, following me into the lounge.
    ‘He’s got a boyfriend now.’
    ‘Awwww,’ she said, scratching behind his ears, ‘you’re all grown up.’
    ‘Thanks for doing this,’ I said.
    ‘I didn’t want to tell you about the engagement over the phone, so when you asked me to dog sit, it was perfect. I get to see you, and take time off work to get the wedding organised.’
    ‘Sorry you won’t see much of me before I go,’ I said.
    ‘It’ll be great. When you get back you can tell me all about Las Vegas and I can bore you stupid with wedding plans.’
    At 7pm Martine turned up with pizzas and a bottle of fake tan. ‘What do you think?’ She whirled on the spot while pointing at a new wig. Her normal wigs added inches to her height; this one was a stylish, smooth, deep-black bob.
    ‘Classy,’ I said in approval.
    ‘Very nice,’ Susie added.
    ‘I got it for the daytime,’ Martine said. ‘I don’t really have any daytime wigs. Martyn refuses to wear them.’
    ‘It probably wouldn’t go over well at his work,’ I said. I liked the way Martine discussed Martyn as if he were a different person. It allowed me to believe that he was. I had tried to mentally assimilate the two very different people into the same body. I had not been at all successful. ‘Speaking of Martyn,’ I said, ‘he hasn’t had any problems getting time off work has he?’
    Martine looked confused for a moment and then she let out a laugh. ‘Oh no. Silly me. Didn’t I tell you? He owns Mayfair Accounting.’
    ‘Owns it?’ Mayfair Accounting was one of the largest accounting firms in Sydney. It had over ten branches.
    ‘He’s so boring, all he does is work, work, work. Got to widdle.’ She dumped the pizza and fake tan onto the kitchen bench and sashayed off to the toilet.
    ‘Is Martyn her boyfriend?’ Susie whispered.
    I shook my head, trying not to laugh. ‘No it’s her, during the day, when she’s not in drag.’
    Susie’s mouth was still formed into a perfect O when Martine re-emerged from the bathroom.
    ‘I got Hawaiian and Meat Lovers and of course Vegetarian for moi, but there’s plenty to share. Do you eat meat?’ she asked Susie.
    ‘Umm yes,’ Susie said.
    ‘I haven’t let