Rumors of Chance’s Death are unfounded….

Inspired by (yet) another email blaming me for killing off Chance so early in the series; I thought I’d clarify matters for you all. I thought the clue was fairly blatant, but obviously not. For those that missed it, here’s the clue.

Do you want a smoke?” Chai said, holding out a packet of Marlboro red. I grinned.

“You’re a bad influence, but you know me better than anyone else. Thanks.” I took one out, Chai lit it, and I leaned against the Vito, watching planes take off. After nine hours ten minutes in the air and a punch from a cop on arrival I figured I was due a smoke.

My phone buzzed. An SMS from Aunt Dao – ‘Had a new dream about you, Pim and a baby? All okay, call me.’ I smiled, cool.

I dropped the butt on the road, ground it out, and got back in the van.

“Let’s go home.”

Prior to the above, which is in the final chapter; there is a Chapter and considerable reference to Aunt Dao’s dreams always coming true. There is another book in the making. It is going slowly, partly because I’ve been busy with life and partly because I am getting the movie rolling in my head. The movie in my head is only the beginning, once I’m happy with the threads it spins then I’ll start writing again.

Hope you’re all well.

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