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Nathan was in bed, looking through everything he had assembled so far, both on the murder of Tracey Pierson and on the incident involving Helen Moore.
He could feel a headache building behind one eye and hoped it was the result of him reading by the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table, or the lateness of the hour, rather than the pressure of the situation. He wasn’t normally affected by the pressure of an investigation, but the circumstances just then were a little unusual.
Rubbing his tired eyes for a moment, Nathan leant over to lay the sheet of paper he had just finished reading on top of the stack that sat on the floor next to the bed. He then picked up the glass from the bedside table, so he could sip at his water for a few moments, before returning to his reading.
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