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I went to the kitchen where Sandra was sitting at the table looking forlorn. I had a degree of sympathy for her, more than a degree. I could imagine how distressing it was for her to have lost her lover, and to have lost him in such a sickening way. She’d be wondering what sort of suffering he’d been subjected to before he’d breathed his last. And she couldn’t discuss her feelings with me, because her feelings for Brian were something that could never be aired, not in my presence, anyway. So she’d just have to bottle those feelings up. I knew how painful that could be.
It could eat away at you for years if you let it.
I crouched and put my arm around her shoulders.
“Sandra, I’m sorry, I have to go. I know you’re upset, and I don’t want to leave you, but the police have just told my
