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Suzanne had allowed herself one small glass of red wine. Although she knew she’d probably have to dash out at some point within the next few hours, she needed to steady her nerves.
She leant back on her sofa and closed her eyes for a few moments, letting the alcohol work its magic as she tried to calm her brain and let the noise quieten down. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, the ringing of the doorbell jolted her awake and back to reality.
She looked at her watch. Almost midnight. Far later than most reasonable people would think about ringing someone’s doorbell, but that was Mildenheath for you. She walked to the front door, her slippers scuffing against the laminate flooring as she shuffled her way.
Taking off the chain and turning the key, she glanced through the eyeh
