Chapter 23

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‘Crime Scene haven’t been through yet so don’t touch anything,’ Anthony warned. Touching anything at all was the furthest thought from Rick’s mind. He didn’t want to breathe in this room, let alone touch. He shoved his hands in his pockets to be safe. Gabriela didn’t feel so inhibited. Her hands had been reaching out to the one bare wall even as Anthony spoke. A square of white showed where a large picture had once hung, the picture, ornately framed, now leaning against the bookshelf, face in. ‘This looks familiar.’ She turned to Rick and pointed about a foot higher up the wall than his head. A nail, strong enough to take a good deal of dead weight, protruded from the plasterboard. Smudges of blood near the nail and a trail of dirty brown further down the wall were enough to indicate wh

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