FATALThe Embankment, River Trent, Nottingham
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The sky was beginning to lighten, turning an indigo blue above the black snake of the River Trent. Sian sat in the car and stared at the printouts in front of her; the photograph from the gel she’d processed with the DNA from the body and, next to it, her own elimination DNA profile. She lined them up again and there was very little doubt in her mind what she was looking at. The thing about DNA was that, unlike human witnesses, it told the truth. It was just which truth it was telling you that you had to work out sometimes.
Pulling her phone from her back pocket, Sian brought up the recent call list. The missed calls from ‘Ruth MUM’ sat there in red text below Kris’s entry. She could just ring her, tell her exactly what she’d found a
