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The Captain : 1st Night - 3
I close the door behind us. The room is windowless. The size of a box room. There's a plain wooden desk and a couple of hardback chairs.
“Looks like an interrogation room,” says Clara.
“Certainly fits the mood,” I say as I pull out a chair for her.
I pull the other chair round to the other side of the table and turn it round back against the edge of the table. It's too small for me to sit facing front.
Clara takes a tissue out of her purse and wipes away a tear. Clara and I have had our differences but no one can say she doesn't love her daughter Sukey and Meredith, her niece. This must be an intolerable situation for her.
I lean across and take hold of her other hand. “Clara, we shall find them. If the police department doesn't come up trumps, both you
