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‘What the f**k, Luke? Seriously, what the f**k?’ Wendy yelled as she slammed the car door and glared at her colleague.
‘I beg your pardon?’ Baxter replied, starting the ignition on the car.
‘What the hell did you think you were doing? Telling her that Emma Roche and Marla Collingwood were dead? That’s not public knowledge! We were told to keep that under wraps!’
‘No, we were told not to leak it to the press. Queenie Kinsella is a potential witness, if not a suspect, so we needed to tell her so that we could see how she reacted.’
‘Are you sure the DCI’s going to see it that way?’ Wendy asked, turning her head to stare out through the raindrops which were skidding down the window.
‘I don’t see why not. He quite often tends to see things from my point of view.’
‘Tell me about it.’
