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Jennifer Pierson pushed open the door that led from the hotel into the connecting house she shared with her parents, parent now, and preceded the group with her over the threshold.
“Dad,” she called out, standing in the passage with one hand on the door, waiting to close it once everyone was through. “Dad, where are you?” The lack of a response worried her and turning to her guests, she said, “The living room’s through there,” she indicated a doorway a few steps away, “would you mind waiting in there while I see if I can find dad?”
“Of course, no problem,” Nathan said agreeably, before leading Louisa and Constable Havers into the room they had been directed to.
Nathan took a seat on the sofa without hesitation, as did Louisa, but Havers hovered uncomfortably near the window, where h
