GUN
Bank, Nottingham city centre
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Ruth had handed Sian the key in the car on the way back from Angela’s house. ‘No more secrets,’ she’d said. ‘It’s for a safety deposit box. I don’t know what’s in there but Bobby called it his insurance. He told me to take it to the police if anything ever happened to him.’
Sian sat in the waiting area, turning the key over in her hands. Did she want to find out what was in the box? She didn’t, not really, but she couldn’t help herself, either. She had to keep going until she found the truth. The clerk returned and opened the door towards her. ‘This way, please, Ms Love,’ he said. She got up and followed him,
The clerk took her to a private room where the box was sitting on the table. He discreetly left, locking the door behind him. Sian stare
