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The knock at the door made us both jump, and Heath went to answer it. It was DC Lauren with Emma; they both came in, Lauren being professional with Heath and me and Emma looking exhausted. Heath and Lauren left together, which sent a pang of jealousy through me, so I focused on Emma instead.
‘I’m starving,’ I said, grabbing the menu. ‘Let’s order some food.’ Mia looked away from the TV and said hopefully, ‘Pizza?’
‘I’ll see if they have any,’ I said. ‘Emma, what you do you feel like?’
She shrugged in the way all teens do, the one that says, ‘Whatever, I don’t care.’
I scanned the offerings and winced at the prices. My bet was the police wouldn’t pay for more than the basics. Thank God there was children’s pizza for Mia – I couldn’t face two meals of it in one day. In the end, with
