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As he made his way into Branton Police Station Nathan looked around at the cars to see who was there. He was interested in one car in particular, and he wasn’t pleased when he saw that it was parked in its usual space; he could only hope he would have time to prepare himself before DCI Collins discovered he was there.
There was a middle-aged woman at the counter when he entered reception; he spared her a quick professional glance, and lent an ear to what she was saying, but she had only come in to report her nosy neighbours. Leaving her to be dealt with by the constable on duty, he crossed to the security door, where he entered the access code into the keypad at the side of it. It came as an unpleasant surprise when the code didn’t work.
“Let us in would you, Frank,” he called out to
