GRAVE
Bridewell custody suite, Nottingham
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Sian’s stomach cramped and she bent forward over the table. She was in a side room rather than the cells of the custody suite because they had not booked her in. Officially, she was not here, which was far more worrying than a proper arrest. They’d left her handcuffs on, too, which wasn’t normal. They were just trying to make her feel scared and uncomfortable and she refused to comply, taking deep, calming breaths. She hadn’t eaten for hours and the dirty emulsion on the walls swirled, and bulged, and moved. Some kind of optical illusion but she couldn’t shake it.
Sian sat up sharply at the sound of the door, the sudden movement sending her lightheaded. Wilkinson and Breen walked in and sat down at the desk opposite her. Dominic gave h
