DC Harry Rawlings inserted the key into the lock of his front door, dreading the news he had to give his wife.
r, He stepped wearily stepped inside, the welcoming smell of a lamb stew greeting his nostrils.
‘Daddy, Daddy,’ squealed a voice and five-year old Jessica Rawlings and three-year Victoria came racing down the hall to greet him, wrapping themselves about his legs. ‘Hello sweethearts’, he said, and sweeping Victoria up into his arms, he let Jessica lead him into the kitchen by the hand.
Brenda, his wife, came over to give him a kiss on the cheek and say hello and as much as he tried to keep it from his face, she knew instinctively that something was wrong.
‘You’re home early? What is it, love, Harry, tell me?’ she said.
Harry put Victoria down, ‘Run along girls, I’ll come to yo
