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Aspley Park Drive, Nottingham
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Sian checked the address on the piece of paper Pat Walsh had given her. This was a weird part of town, mostly sprawling council estate with these few posh streets hidden behind the main road. The detached homes looked pristine and lifeless from the outside. Sian locked the car and flinched at the beeps, aware, for some reason, of every sound she was making.
Sian pressed the doorbell. It was the type where you didn’t hear the sound outside the house. A small sharp pain spiked in her chest; adrenaline again. Her stomach roiled as she considered Kris’s suggestion that this could all be a trap and she shifted from foot to foot. Then she heard a dog barking on the other side of the door and felt sure that he was wrong.
The door opened and
