‘I’m worried Don.’

‘You worry too much Caz.’

‘Is it safe?’

Donald May nodded as his wife put her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her arm, then squeezed it gently.

‘Yes. It is safe. I assure you. We have taken every precaution. There are uniformed officers at the school 24/7. We have carried out an inch-by-inch search of the place. I doubt the murderer – assuming it is murder – will strike again anytime soon.’

‘It might not be murder, then?’

‘No, it might not. We won’t know for sure until the postmortem.’

‘But the circumstances of Clair’s death are suspicious?’

May nodded. ‘What’s more, it reminds me of a murder that took p...

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