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1. Thoughts

Sian Owen knew she was a good cop. An instinctive detective that had a feel for the job. Aberystwyth was not the hot bed of crime that many of the big cities were but it kept her and her team busy. She knew that they had all seen more than their fair share of heartbreak since starting the job. New recruits Lee and Delyth were just beginning to see what they all had to deal with. Sighing she looked up as Lloyd and Delyth walked into the room.

"Hi." She smiled as Delyth made her way towards the desks.

"I am knackered. You ok? After last night."

"Of course." Sian smiled, her blonde hair covered the bruise she had hoped wouldn't show. The concern on Lloyd and Delyth's faces told her differently. "You?"

"Yeah." Lloyd carried his coffee towards his seat. "Any sign of the DCI and Mared yet?"

"Nope." Sian leant back in her chair. "They were ok when they left though. Bit close to home this one eh?"

"A bit." Lee joined them. The former Drugs Squad officer ran a hand over his shaved head. "Any closer to home this case would have parked itself in their front room. You know Llewellyn was a nut job. Had a thing against Mared. Idolised that old boss of yours."

"You can say Prosser." All eyes turned to see Mared in the doorway. "Brian Prosser was the senior officer here. Now he is in prison. You can say the name. He's a criminal, not Voldermolt." She watched as Lee and Delyth looked away.

"So? Prosser the Tosser had a hold over Marc Llewellyn. Didn't do him much good did it? I mean, we are still here. Where is he? Rotting in some little cell." Sian got up. "Pity he's not rotting in Hell really. But there is still time."

Mared rolled her eyes as the blonde woman spoke. She knew that her friend meant well, she hated Prosser even more than she did.

"Where's Tom?" Lee asked as Mared looked at the floor.

"He's not here?"

"No." Lloyd took his glasses off before putting them back on again. It was a nervous habit Mared knew well.

"Then I don't know where he is."

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