Lies

Prosser lifted his tea cup to his lips. He was satisfied that he had caused his former subordinates to at least be disconcerted. Sian had sounded her usual feisty self, all blonde hair and overconfidence but Mared had been caught unawares. He smirked, knowing he was the last man she had hoped to hear from. He shook his head; knowing the dark haired woman had kept their secret long enough - that even now the cat was out of the bag he still had a hold over her. He walked through the prison dining hall, ignoring the looks from prison wardens and an older crook. He had no time for any of them. There were plans to be set in motion.

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Lloyd walked back into the station feeling mildly annoyed. His old school teacher had seemed a nasty old bag when he was a young boy, now she was just a sad old woman as far as she was just a sad old woman. He took his glasses off as he reached his desk. Sian looked up as he arrived.

"Beth sy'n bod gyda ti?" Sian looked concerned as Lloyd shrugged his shoulders.

"Ysgol."

"Eh?"

"Dyna ysgol mor ddrwg รข phan oeddwn i yno. Llawn bwlis a celwyddog. A dim ond yr athro." He looked up as Tom walked back into the office.

"Bunking school again?" Tom teased. Sian rolled her eyes. She knew her senior officer was just as worried about Mared as she was. Tom stepped past them towards his desk.

"All I got was the rubbish corporate line. He was a good kid, special student and all that stuff." Lloyd tapped a pencil against the desk. Tom frowned.

"But you thought there was more to it?"

"Ydw "

"Like what?" Sian headed over to the notice board.

"I spoke to two kids in year 11. Jennifer Harris and Chloe Fry. Apparently he was a bit of a big head. Liked chasing girls."

"Average teenage boy." Sian turned to them. "All testosterone and tantrums."

Tom and Lloyd exchanged glances. Sian had never been one to hold back what she thought.

"Maybe." Tom agreed.

"Well, he was involved with Kai Jones and Steven Prosser."

"Gangs? In Aberystwyth? Really? It's not London you know." Lynfa stated as she walked into the office. Lloyd slumped in his chair. He knew he was onto something but he didn't want to argue with the boss. Tom stared at her.

"It's as good a theory as any." Tom stared firmly. "We can't discount it. Steven Prosser? Any relation to Brian Prosser?"

"I'll find out." Sian volunteered. Glad to have something to do she headed out of the office.

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Mared looked at herself in the mirror as she pulled a brush through her hair. She was disappointed that Prosser had managed to spook her. He had no power over her or Elin, and never would again. It was over. She pulled her red coat on; flicking her hair from her collar.

"This time you don't let him win, Mared Rhys. He's the loser; not you." She turned as she heard the doorbell. This time she wouldn't let him affect her. This time she would be happy. Her, Tom, Elin and the baby. She was determined Prosser wouldn't do any more harm.

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A:N please review

welsh translation - "what's up with you?"

"school."

"eh?"

"that school is full of liars and that's just the teachers."