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She was the only one who drove. The only one with a mobile phone, which kind of defeated the purpose. The only one with a sat-nav. Perhaps it was because she was so young by comparison, but she didn't shy away from gadgets and technology the way the others did. She embraced it.
The bottle caught the light from the hall and glistened, teasing him. It was late, and although just moments before he had wanted nothing more than to collapse in bed, the whiskey called to him. It taunted him with whispers of oblivion, and dreamless sleep.
She had calmed down slightly, and was now staring off into space, still racked with sobs. He positioned himself in the doorway, so his broad frame filled it completely. No need for her to see the paramedics coming down the stairs with her husband zipped up. Last thing he needed was some more hysterics. His cheek still stung from the last round.
His eyes, over the rims of the glasses he wore but didn't need, were suddenly severe. There was something in them, some that in anyone else would be terrifying, but in him it just meant he was thinking hard on something. There had been another body. That meant something, and was ringing bells somewhere in his mind, somewhere just out of full view, so he couldn't quite make the connection.
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