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Lyn called to her as she sat on the bottom step, “Do you
want a cuppa?” She looked up the stairs to where the two pools of water had
been, silently and ominously waiting for her. “No thanks Lyn, just a glass of
water please.” Her voice sounded alien, it echoed around the house as if a
ventriloquist had answer for her, throwing its voice from the lounge to her
lips. She moved up the stairs until she sat on the top step staring at the two
damp patches that remained. From here she could hear the past, hear the
questions and her own silence filled with a lack of answers. “So Mrs Wunsted,
you came up the stairs to help with bath time and they were just gone, your
husband and son had....disappeared?” “Had you and your husband had an argument
of any sort?” “Was your husband unhappy Mrs Wunsted?” “Is there anywhere they
might have gone?” The police officer was kind in his nature but his pacing and constant
looks to the window, like a captive lion, made it clear what a waste of his
time he felt this was. It hadn’t even been 24 hours and although there was a
child involved in the disappearance, it was probably with its father.
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