Darkness

Mared smiled slightly as she opened her eyes. Tom was asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist she felt his body against her. She felt content for the first time since she could remember. Tom mumbled something incoherent before tightening his hold on her. Mared smiled as he relaxed once more. It was still dark, the only light in the room

coming from the street lamp outside.

"Tom?" She whispered. Tom snored lightly against her skin as she decided he was still asleep. Holding his arm to her she closed her eyes, hoping he wasn't going to have another nightmare.

Xxxxx

Delyth curled her feet underneath her on the sofa as Lloyd snored next to her. His glasses had half fallen off his face as she carefully rescued them before sitting them on the coffee table.

"Siân?" She whispered. "Go to bed."

"I'm ok."

"Siân, you were shot."

"I think it's to do with Prosser the Tosser." Siân cradled her injured arm as Delyth raised an eyebrow.

"Explain?"

"Evans pleaded guilty. Sentenced and off he goes to rot." Siân sipped her tea. "Yeah?"

"Aye? And?"

"And when we were looking for Tom and Mared we encountered a few of Prosser's boys. I know two of them are ex police and one has a firearms licence." She watched as Delyth glared.

"You think he wanted you dead to stop the trial?"

"Ydw. With the arresting officer dead it makes prosecution difficult but not impossible." Siân paused. "You're right. He will try again. I'm a dead woman walking."

Delyth narrowed her eyes. She liked the brash Swansea woman. It was clear she was like a sister to Lloyd.

"No you're not." Lloyd opened his eyes. "Siân, stop being so bloody dramatic."

"Neil Jones? 46, left following an investigation by IA and the PCC. Shot and killed Marie Joseph by 'mistake' when the woman got between him and the target? It's only because Prosser intervened that Jones isn't in prison for manslaughter." Siân turned the laptop to face him. "What if it wasn't a mistake? Like maybe me not getting killed today was deliberate? A warning? Could be. Could be that it's just showing us what he's capable of."

"It'd explain how he got your mobile number." Lloyd agreed. "Prosser has all our numbers - could have given it to him. It is possible."

Delyth sighed heavily. She felt sick at the thought of someone out there that wanted to kill her friends. She watched as Lloyd held her gaze. Siân coughed loudly as both stared at her.

"Ok, back in the room." Both detectives blushed. "What do we do?"

"Its 2 am. Sleep. That's what we do. Then, then we follow this hunch of yours." Lloyd decided. Siân paused.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's not just us in trouble is it? If he shot you in cold blood then he'll think nothing of attacking other key witnesses." Lloyd paused. Delyth yawned, nodding as she did so.

"And I'm going to visit Prosser. See if his arrogance trips him up again." She decided as Lloyd took her hand. "So, come on. Bed." Siân nodded, getting to her feet as Lloyd rose to check locks and gather blankets for him and Delyth. He had a feeling sleep was going to be very hard to come by.

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