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The doorbell rang shortly before eight o’clock, and Wendy enjoyed the sound of her heels clip-clopping across the wooden flooring in her hall as she made her way to the door.
She’d left work a little earlier than usual so she could come home and spend quite some time getting ready. With Xav having invited himself over again, she knew things were now at the stage where she’d have to make sure she didn’t c**k it up. From her own experience, and from what she’d seen, police officers — and CID ones in particular — had a wonderful ability of not being able to separate their work from their social lives.
Work inevitably got in the way of relationships and caused more harm than good. She’d seen it a hundred times over, and she certainly didn’t want it happening to her. She’d already had her
