DARKRetail park, edge of Nottingham
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The dark figure loomed over Sian’s car then a hand rapped on the window – one, two, three. She looked up and saw a familiar face; Jonny Breen. Sian sighed, and rolled the window down.
‘Hello, Sian,’ he said.
She stared at him, folding her arms across her chest and waiting for his next move.
‘Can you get out of the vehicle, please?’ he said,
‘Oh, come on!’
Jonny just stood there, looking serious. He opened the door and gestured for her to get out. Sian really didn’t want to leave the protection of the metal and glass but Jonny was a police officer and held all the power here. She gripped the steering wheel and let her head drop in frustration. Then she turned herself, placing her bad foot down first and getting up with some effort. Breen g
