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“Thank you for your time, Mrs Platt,” a uniformed police officer said, standing up from the sofa. “We’ll see ourselves out. If you remember anything else you think might be important to the case, please don’t hesitate in calling the station. You can ask for me.”
Laura followed the two uniforms downstairs and said goodbye to them at the front door, where she saw Nigel pulling up outside. Police lights still flashed a little further down the road from where Pip had tackled the man with the g*n. “Thanks again.”
Upstairs, scenes of crime officers were still documenting Hannah’s bedroom, where a stray bullet from the car had gone through the glass and embedded itself in the wall next to her daughter’s bed. The white coverall-clad SOCOs were nearly done.
“Laura!” Nigel ran up to her, grab
