4 HOURS
It may only have been a matter of minutes but, to me, it seems an interminable length of time before the officer arrives. “Hello, I’m W.P.C. Paula Fleming. I’m a trained s****l Offences Liaison Officer, or S.O.L.O. for short. I’d like to take you through to what we call the comfort suite so we can get a full statement from you. We can either do this privately or, if you prefer, your friend can come and sit with you.”
Before I can answer, I see Jenny arrive. She’s looking around frantically until she spots us. She rushes over and hugs me tightly.
“Oh Briony, are you okay? I was so sorry to hear about your problem and I’ll do everything I can to help.” I fish my house keys from my handbag and give them to her. It looks as if her eyes are welling with tears and I struggle to keep m
