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With as much care as they could manage, and thankful that she was unconscious, Nathan and Constable Havers manoeuvred Helen Moore from the makeshift stretcher to the bed in the vacant first-floor room that Jennifer Pierson had found for them.
“Are you okay to stay here with Mrs Moore?” Nathan asked of Sally Green, who had followed them up to the room.
Sally nodded. “Yes, of course, I’ll keep an eye on her, make sure nothing happens.”
“Thank you.” Why he did it, he couldn’t say, but Nathan paused in the doorway as he was about to leave the room and looked back at Helen Moore. Something about her face made him return to the bed, so he could examine it more closely. “Does she look like Tracey Pierson to you?” he asked of Havers.
“I didn’t notice it before, but now you mention it, I ca
