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Where the bloody hell is it? It has to be here. I've been over everything, through everything – the car, the office, scoured the morgue; there's nowhere else it can be.
Thank God, no-one's needed to see it today; but they will – and soon.
Shit! All I needed was one, maybe two, minutes with her by myself – just enough time to ask her if she'd seen it. Why couldn't Robbie leave us for just two bloody minutes?
Oh, God! He knows – or at least suspects.
Where is it!?
Damn it! If Robbie finds my warrant card in Laura's bedroom, I'm screwed!
