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Loggerheads
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Sian sat on the sofa with her plastered leg stretched over the arm. Kris was standing up, bouncing on his toes. Elvis whined, scratching at the bottom of the door. He barked, but backed off as a youngish officer in uniform walked in, followed by a man of about Sian’s age. The woman smiled at Sian, then held her head to the side. Sian disliked the pretend empathy; it was only Elvis she’d ever seen do this and mean it. She knew immediately that these were the family liaison officers.
'Cuppa tea?' the woman asked, with the kind of almost smile people use when bad things have happened.
‘No, thanks,’ Sian said. Kris sat down on the sofa next to her.
'I'm Sergeant Lizzie Meadows,’ the woman told them. ‘And this is my colleague, DI Jon Breen.’
Sian nodded, and wo
