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The Premier Inn was less than a mile and a half from HMP Frankland. Wendy’d had no choice but to book herself into the hotel as the prison were adamant that they wouldn’t let her see Michael until the morning. She consoled herself that maybe this meant he hadn’t been attacked too badly after all. But if that was the case, why had they called her? People were attacked in prison all the time; the places were full of violent criminals. This had to be something different.
It felt strange being in the hotel. Although it looked exactly like any other identikit Premier Inn anywhere across the country, this particular one had the distinction of being close to the prison where her brother had been housed for the past few years. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes or an overnight bag. It had
