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With Johnson a step behind her, Melissa walked up the path to the front door of the address she had been given for Sam Glover. She rang the bell the moment she got to the door, and then stepped back to look around for any sign that someone was home. There was a car in the drive and she took that as a good sign.
“Hi, is something the matter?” The man who answered the door looked worried by the presence of two uniformed police officers on his doorstep.
“Mr Glover?” Melissa asked.
“Yes. Can I help you?”
“Hello, Mr Glover, I’m Constable Turner, and this is Constable Johnson, we’d like to speak to your daughter, Samantha, is she home?”
Looking even more worried, Mr Glover nodded. “What do you want to talk to her about? Has something happened, is she in trouble?” Before either officer co
