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After leaving Richard Powers at the hospital with his son, who remained unconscious, Nathan made for the station.
While the coffee machine percolated on the other side of the office he dropped tiredly into his chair. “Sit down,” he told Georgie, who was hovering nervously just inside the door. On the desk in front of him, he discovered a small pile of statements from the dog walkers who used the area around the Roman fort and the River Brant where Ellen Powers’ body was found, and the results of the door-to-door questioning of the Powers’ neighbours. “Here, before you sit, you can take half of these, see if there’s anything worth following up on in there.”
By the time there was enough coffee in the pot for him to pour out a mug Nathan made it through two of the statements. If he hadn
