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A house on Cliff Road
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Sian ran a finger down the rich, silky material of the curtains, opening them just a twitch as she leaned against the window ledge. Some of her neighbours were being far less subtle, standing as close as they could to the yellow tape in front of the pub and staring as forensics officers dressed in white suits rushed back and forth with evidence bags and Tupperware containers. There was a bit of a buzz on the road now and a few reporters and a small TV crew had turned up, making Sian glad that she’d agreed to leave the Loggerheads. She watched everyone going about their business. The police and CSIs looked orderly, organised and professional, although experience told Sian not to be convinced.
A large black car pulled up outside the pub. An unmarked po
