'I hate you ...' the Inspector glanced over her shoulder to check Joe was still busy at the bar. She clasped Violet's hand, pressed it briefly to her lips. She was trembling. 'No, no I don't. I love you Violet, I always have ... I was never looking at him. It was you, always you.'
Violet glanced slowly from Joe to the Inspector. 'What time do you get off?'
'Good.' She reached into the pocket of her trench coat, slipped a key across the table. 'You know where I'll be.'
'Violet, I ...'
'Shh ...' her eyes darkened.
'If anything happens to me ...'
'Don't be silly, why would anything happen to you?'
Joe was walking towards them now.
'Call this number,' the Inspector whispered as she pressed a folded piece of paper into Violet's palm ...