Dreams

The rain hitting the caravan kept him away as he held Mared. The January air chilling him to the bone but he was not going to move. It seemed she was sleeping peacefully and the last thing he wanted was to disturb her. He tried to work out how Prosser had been involved with Evans. He had no physical proof but he knew that if Mared said she had heard him then she had. All he needed now was hard evidence that the older man was dirty and Prosser's little game was over.

Xxxxxx

Siân poured hot water into her mug as the file she wanted took a while to load in the computer. She silently cursed Welsh internet connections, knowing the download was taking longer than necessary. Taking the hot drink into the living room she stopped in her tracks.

"Twp."

She cursed herself as she realised what she had been missing. Grabbing her phone she pressed speed dial, hoping her colleague would be awake.

"Lloyd?"

"Yeah?" The sleepy reply made her smile. The farmer's son had never really grown up. He reminded her of an annoying little brother.

"Allwch chi gyfarfod â mi yn yr orsaf cyn gynted ag y?

"Beth? Pam?"

"Methu dweud ar y ffôn. Os gwelwch yn dda. Rwy'n credu fy mod i rywbeth. Ynglŷn ymosodiad Mared yn."

"Ar fy ffordd." Lloyd was suddenly more awake as he searched for his glasses. The DI being abducted and tortured made him physically sick. He was out the door, headed towards the police station in minutes.

Xxxxxx

Tom watched her as she slept. Everything good in his life was ripped away from him. His children, his wife. Although admittedly he'd pushed Meg away when they should have been together - everything had gone. But not her. Mared had argued with him, challenged him at every turn. She made him a better copper. Sighing he knew it was more than that. She made him a better man. Brushing her hair from her face he watched her frown in her sleep.

"Pam?" He whispered. "Why don't you run too?" He felt her tense, wondering for a moment if he'd heard her. Realising she was just dreaming he kissed her hair, she relaxed under his touch as whatever nightmare she was about to have fell away.

Xxxxxxx

"Llinos Jones, aged 32. Brown hair. Teacher." Siân stated as Lloyd sat down. "Bethan Cross, 31. Brown hair, Legal Clerk. Sophie Smith, 35 nurse. Brown hair."

"All Evans' victims." Lloyd yawned. Siân nodded.

"Yeah. Mared Rhys, 35 Brunette. Copper. See a pattern?"

"No." Lloyd paused. "All in mid thirties. All women, all brunette. He had a type. His ex wife was a brunette. Clare, you interviewed her."

"I know." Siân sighed. "What I didn't know until an hour ago was they've all been on the wrong side of Prosser."

"Don't be daft."

"I'm not. I ran a criminal name check on them all. Nothing. Then I got hold of the personal records of Brian Prosser. All had dealings with him. Mared, obviously. Sophie gave evidence in a case he worked on five years ago. Llinos taught his son in high school. It was her that got the boy suspended over his behaviour. Bethan worked cases for the defence."

"Do you know what you are saying? How did you even get these records?" Lloyd kept his voice low.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Siân smirked. Lloyd narrowed his eyes.

"Inadmissible evidence then."

"Maybe but still evidence." Siân stated. "He's dirty. He knew that man and I'd bet money he helped select victims."

"Only a psychopath would do that." Siân nodded. "And why Mared? She works for him."

"Tom. There's something going on there. If he wants to control and destroy Tom then how better than to kill the woman he's in love with and make him think it's his fault?" She whispered.

"I'm beginning to wonder who the psychopath is." Lloyd yawned. "Ok, so if what you are saying is true. How can we prove it? He's our boss?"

Sián shrugged her shoulders. Lloyd yawned, he had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

Xxxxxx

A/N Welsh translates as

Can you meet me in the station as soon as?

"What? Why?"

"Can't say on the phone. Please. I think I have something. About Mared's attack."

"On my way."