Understanding

"I don't see how sending paramedics here is going to achieve anything." Mared folded her arms across her ever expanding belly. She knew Prosser was playing mind games. It was what he did best.

"Distraction?" Tom picked up the coffee mug that had been resting on the kitchen table. "Sian is looking into a possible link between Zack Morgans and the Prosser family. It seems he has a great nephew who is related to the case."

"Bloody Hell." She shook her head, looking out of the kitchen window. "Is there nothing that man isn't involved with? He's insipid. He's everywhere." The anger that laced her voice surprised him. Before he could answer the mobile phone in his coat pocket began ringing.

"Yeah?" He answered as Mared watched him. "Ok, right we'll charge im. I'll be there as soon as I can. And for Gods sake get a social worker as appropriate adult. Not one of the Prosser family." He ended the call as Mared stepped towards him. He put the phone away as he looked at her.

"That was Lee."

"Ok."

"Prosser junior and his girlfriend turned up at the front desk asking for me." Tom paused. "Said they wanted to confess to their part in the death of Zack Morgan."

Mared frowned. She was as disbelieving as her partner. "Now? After all this time?"

"Apparently the guilt is killing them. Can't handle it." Tom explained. He shrugged. "Perhaps the kid has a conscience?"

"Maybe." Mared agreed as he stepped towards her. "Stranger things have happened." Tom smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead.

"Don't stay here alone." He whispered. Mared nodded as his lips left her skin.

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"Confessed?" Delyth smiled slightly. "Just like that?"

"Apparently." Sian sat at her desk. "Lloyd is ringing social services now. The girl, Sioned is only fifteen so she gets an appropriate adult in the interview. Prosser the second is nineteen now. He's ringing his Mammy." She rolled her eyes. "Beginning to think the Prossers are haunting us."

Delyth nodded. It seemed too easy; too convenient. She hoped she was wrong but she had a funny feeling she wasn't.

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