Respite
Tom stared at the ceiling deep in thought. Mared slept next to him, curled up on her side as he made sure the duvet covered her completely. He didn't care if he was cold. She was the only thing that mattered. And now Prosser had been making phone calls he knew the nightmares would start up again. None of which did anything to help the family of the teenage boy they had sent to the morgue. A shudder went through him; touching his soul as he realised he knew exactly what the boy's parents would go through. Denial, anger, guilt but more than any of that there was the physical pain of having your world destroyed- of literally still being alive while your heart was ripped from this world. He closed his eyes thinking of the day his daughter had died. The little girl with freckles and a cheeky smile would never meet her stepmother, new sibling or step sister. She would never get to go to high school or have the life he had imagined for his girls. A tear escaped his eye as he forced himself not to cry. Mared needed to sleep- the last thing he would do was risk any harm to his partner or their children. He knew that - but he also knew Prosser did.
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Sian swore as she made her way to the kitchen. She was shaking with anger as she filled the kettle. Her small flat felt violated. Too small and no longer safe. She knew she was being ridiculous but she couldn't shake the feeling Prosser was goading her. Picking up her mobile she headed back into the living room to text Lloyd.
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Prosser stared at the blue brick wall opposite him. He had to admit being a disgraced copper had its advantages on the inside. For his own safety he was on his own most of the time. Solitary confinement suited him. He wasn't like the other prisoners; he was different, better. He had a plan. Smirking he delighted in the memory of Mared's reaction to hearing his voice, of Sian's anger. He knew he had got under their skin. He knew that Mared would have told Tom about his call and their chat. He knew Sian would be the one to think it through. The blonde had been a liability but he had to admit she was a good police woman. He rolled his eyes - detective. Sadly, neither Mared nor Sian could imagine what was headed their way. But for now he would settle for disrupting a night's sleep.
"Tomos Mathias." He smirked. "You should have known better my boy." He narrowed his eyes staring at the newspaper cutting describing the small CID team. "You should have known better."
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