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Nathan ignored his stomach as it grumbled about the lack of a proper breakfast — three slices of toast had done little more than blunt his hunger — and concentrated on the email he was getting ready to send.
He was still in the dining room, as were the other guests and staff yet to be interviewed by Constable Havers, who had got around to introducing himself only after he had finished everything else he had to say.
It felt strange to be on the other side of a situation he was so familiar with. Having some knowledge of what was going on, though, made him more tolerant than the others in the room, many of whom were shifting uncomfortably in their seats or making unhappy comments in low undertones.
He was not alone in occupying himself with his phone, nearly everyone in the room was, ev
