Claire
DI York covered her mouth with a handkerchief and used a pen to lift up Claire 's upper lip. A black rose was in her mouth. She stumbled backwards and threw up in the toilet bowl.
DS Scott handed her a tissue.
"Come on Hannah, get some fresh air with me."
"Alright."
They walked along the pavement breathing in as much fresh air as possible.
"I see you noticed the black rose."
She retched at the thought of the smell.
"Yes, didn't the last case have a black rose too?"
They headed into Sainsbury's.
"She did, the coroner is about to release the cause of death."
After paying for a couple of bottles of water, they returned to DS Scott's car parked across the street from Claire 's flat.
DI York lit a cigarette and took a long drag. She looked at Sarah's file.
"Both female, both black roses. They were friends. Perhaps a common enemy?"
"Perhaps."
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