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He was the only person who ever called her Wend. As he said it, it took her right back to those times when they were younger, playing at their family home. Her parents used to hate anyone shortening her name, and she wasn’t particularly keen on it herself. When Michael did it, though, it was almost sweet.
Was.
Now, it evoked memories of her first major case with Mildenheath CID. She’d nursed Michael through his drug addiction only to discover that he had been the murderer all along. She looked at him lying in his hospital bed, in one of the most notorious prisons in Britain, almost unable to comprehend what he’d become. That sweet, innocent young child. Troubled, yes. Weak, definitely. But she’d never expected him to become a monster.
‘You don’t want to talk to me. I get it,’ Michae
