The Tackle by JK Murphy

The air was warm and sticky and lacking oxygen. No wonder the lady in the hot-pink fascinator fainted a few minutes ago, Declan thought. He wiped sweat off the nape of his neck, and strained to look over the shoulders of the people in front of him. His wife was lost in the crowds somewhere....

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Jennifer / JK Murphy
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