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7 The inside of the grain store looked as uncared-for and dilapidated as Wendy had expected. The structure was still there, but she could see the sunlight streaming in through the missing roof tiles, the wooden beams and panelling stained with damp patches where the water had got in. The inside of the building looked as open to the elements as the outside. No-one had stored grain in here for some time. There were no interior rooms, no hiding holes, no corners. They were surrounded purely by stone, damp patches and the odd hole in the roof. She took one of the first response officers to one side while Culverhouse spoke to the man who’d led them here. ‘What else did the call say?’ she asked. ‘That there was a body in the grain store,’ the officer replied. ‘The body of a woman.’ ‘Did the