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Caroline woke the next morning having slept like a log for twelve hours straight. Heavy stress tended to make her a light sleeper, and she took it as a sign of her weakening body that she’d gone to bed so early and managed to get so much solid sleep at a time of such high stress.
She’d been awake barely ten or fifteen minutes when Dexter called, his name flashing up on her mobile while she was reading a news article about medical trials for lymphoma treatment. She was busily wondering if there might be aspects that could be used in treating other cancers — ovarian at the forefront of her mind — when she answered his call.
‘Morning, guv. Didn’t manage to catch you before you went home last night, but I wanted to let you know we’ve had a visit.’
‘Dex, are you in the office?’ she asked
