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And the pills she was popping were only adding to the risk. Hannah might be dumb, but she wasn\u2019t stupid. \u2018What do you think?\u2019 Millie said as she turned the car engine on. \u2018About \u2018The Yank\u2019 and stuff?\u2019 \u2018I think we have to have a proper chat with Joe Russell. Maybe even bring him in and talk to him at the station,\u2019 Hannah said. \u2018What if he doesn\u2019t know that he\u2019s not the father?<\/p>\n

We\u2019ll just be ruining his life even more.\u2019 Millie turned the demisters on to clear the steam from the windscreen. Hannah had to raise her voice over the sudden roar of the air vents. \u2018Yeah, but if he does know and he got someone to kill his wife and get rid of her baby, then he needs to go to prison for a very long time.\u2019 Hannah wiped some rain from her face. \u2018Fuck his feelings.\u2019 OceanofPDF.com CALLUM LOITERED IN A DOORWAY, trying to stay dry while he watched the chaos around Havingstock House.<\/p>\n

Paquet\u2019s body was at least hidden under a tent, but that was about the only bit of good news. The SOCOs had set up halogen lights around the area so they could carry on working despite the darkness of the late afternoon. However, they might as well have put up neon signs saying \u2018police at work\u2019. The bright lights had brought out a load of gawpers, who didn\u2019t seem to care that it was slashing down with rain and freezing cold.<\/p>\n

Not if they had the opportunity to see a dead body or shout insults at the police. A team from the coroner\u2019s office had turned up too. They were sensibly waiting in their car until they were given the green light to take the body away. Callum doubted they\u2019d have to wait long. There was no big mystery as to the cause of death, after all. Upstairs was another matter. The SOCOs up in Paquet\u2019s flat had their work cut out for them.<\/p>\n

Some were bagging and tagging all the sick shit Paquet had stashed in his bedroom, while others were checking if Baby Katie had been there at any point. Callum wasn\u2019t holding out much hope that they\u2019d get lucky on that score, though. From what he\u2019d seen, Paquet liked them young but not that young. Palmer was up in the flat too, with Riddleton. They\u2019d gone up there the moment Riddleton had turned up at the scene about twenty minutes ago.<\/p>\n

God only knew what they were cooking up. Palmer was a nutter, but Riddleton brought out the worst in him. And it was clear that neither of them were fans of the governor. Now that the arrest of Paquet had gone tits up, Palmer was determined to blame Wise for Paquet doing a swan dive out of his window.<\/p>\n

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TRAINEE POLICE CONSTABLE GEMMA KHAN wasn\u2019t in the best of moods. She was never happy when she had an early start at Hendon, but that morning had been particularly bad. Her father had woken up early as well \u2014 for no apparent reason other than to shout about how disappointed he was with her while Gemma tried to eat her cornflakes. He\u2019d gone on and on and on into excruciating detail about how Gemma had shamed her family and his good name by joining the Metropolitan Police Service.<\/p>\n

Worst of all, according to him, it was going to be impossible to find her a suitable man to marry. Normally, she kept quiet when he went off on one of his tirades. Eventually, he\u2019d lose steam, and Gemma would get on with her day. But that morning, she couldn\u2019t help snapping back. So Gemma said that she didn\u2019t want his help to find a husband or his advice about how to live her own life.<\/p>\n

And her Dad went ballistic on her the moment the words escaped her lips. Hearing the noise, her mother had rushed out of her bedroom to play peacemaker, but it was far too late. Gemma\u2019s father roared and shouted, demanding to know what he\u2019d done wrong to be treated with such disrespect. He\u2019d said more \u2014 much, much more \u2014 but Gemma stopped listening. She just shoved the last of her breakfast in her mouth and left the house while he was still spouting off.<\/p>\n

She only hoped he\u2019d have calmed down by the time she finished later. And, not for the first time, Gemma spent the tube journey thinking about how nice it would be to have her own place. But there was the small matter of her salary getting in the way of that dream. She only earned thirty- eight grand a year. Even with living at home, it was barely enough to survive on in London. There was no way she could afford to pay rent as well. Certainly not to get a place by herself.<\/p>\n

A few of the other cadets had talked about getting a place together, though, and they\u2019d asked if Gemma was interested in joining them. And she was. Very much so. House-sharing made sense to anyone with a brain. However, if she agreed, she\u2019d be living with a mixed group of male and female cadets.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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