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Wendy’s car squealed round the corner into Mark Street, and she immediately saw the familiar sight of Debbie Weston’s battered old Cavalier parked right outside Suzanne Corrigan’s house.
‘f**k! What’s Debbie doing here?’ she yelled, yanking the handbrake and flinging open her door.
‘s**t, Wendy, look,’ Luke said, pointing at Suzanne’s front door. ‘I don’t like the look of that.’
‘Get onto the DCI. Tell him what’s going on,’ Wendy said, making for the house.
‘No! Like hell am I letting you go in there. You call him. And stay outside the house. I need you to keep an eye out.’
Before Wendy could argue, Luke had skipped up the front step and was in the house.
The light was on downstairs, which was odd as it seemed like no-one was in the house. The half-drunk glass of wine said otherw
