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Baby and bombshells
Tom drove through the streets as Mared tried to concentrate on her breathing. He felt sick as she tried to ignore the thought that the baby was on the way far too early. She rested a hand on her abdomen as she fought the urge to swear. Tom pushed his foot to the accelerator, keeping his eyes on the road as Mared winced.
"Tom." Mared paused. "It's too early. Probably a false alarm. No need to drive like a madman."
"I'm not."
"Tom. I want to get to the hospital in one piece."
"Ok." Tom took a deep breath. "Ok." He swung his car into the hospital car park. Hitting the breaks as the car screeched in protest.
"We're here."
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Sian spoke calmly as she sat at her desk, the phone pressed to her ear as the other detectives worked around her. She knew the men on the team thought she was insane. They had two people in custody charged with manslaughter- there was no need to pander to Brian Prosser. She placed the phone back on her desk.
"Lloyd."
"I know what you are trying to do." The dark haired Detective took his glasses off. "And I know why, but I don't like it. I reckon the DCI only agreed to it so that Mared wouldn't go."
Sian nodded. "You're right. I wouldn't want her there either. That man has had enough of a hold on her for years. He's a disgusting person and deserves to rot in Hell for what he did. What he was party to."
"Agreed." Delyth walked back into the room with Lee. "But I don't think his nephew does. I think Morgan was a wide boy. A boy that liked getting his own way. Now Prosser's fall from grace has been well publicised around here. Television news, the works. Made his nephew a target for bullies."
"So? He shot one? Chick, I was bullied at school but you don't go around killing the prats." He ran a hand over his shaven head. "Anyway, we know the dead boy had the gun. It was Steven Prosser who got it off him. That's when it fired."
"We go with the manslaughter charge." They looked to the door way to see Lynfa Davies watching them. "Hope the defending Council has the sense to go for self defence. Now, any news on Mared?" There'd haired woman waited. "Well?"
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Tom manhandled Mared out of the car as she swore in Welsh. Tom smiled slightly, knowing the insults were meant for him. He ushered her into the hospital as a midwife approached them with a wheelchair.
"It's Tom making a fuss." Mared explained. "I'm only 34 weeks. It's braxton hicks." She screwed her eyes shut.
"No harm in having a checkup." The midwife smiled. Tom sighed in relief that someone else agreed with him. "I'm Dwynwen. You're with the Blue Team. Alison and Sian are delivering a lady in the community so it's me I'm afraid." She seemed impossibly young to Tom but Mared just nodded as they entered the examination room. Tom looked away as the midwife went about her work. Mared held his hand tightly.
"It's ok? Isn't it?" Mared asked. Dwynwen nodded.
"Yes, yes. You're about 7cm along. I'll get you into delivery and page the doc."
"No!" Mared gasped. "It's too early!"
"Don't tell me, your little one is calling the shots not me." She snapped off the gloves she was wearing before leaving the room.
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