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Wendy had managed to hold off until the next morning. She didn’t want to appear too desperate or for it to look like Suzanne Corrigan had hit on something, so she’d bitten her tongue and held on. It hadn’t been easy, but often so much of policing was about biding your time and waiting for the right moment. Now, though, she needed answers so she picked up the phone and called Suzanne’s direct number at the Mildenheath Gazette.
Suzanne Corrigan had been through the mill herself in recent times, and had been the intended final victim of the Mildenheath Ripper, coming face to face with him in her own home before the tussle that had ultimately cost PC Luke Baxter his life. She had been determined to not only put that behind her, though, but to ensure that the details had never been made kn
