Rosie threw her favourite clothes, a toothbrush and some skincare in a small overnight bag.
"I don't understand what happened to you Jane. You weren't like this when we were first dating."
"I...I..."
She followed her to the door not knowing what to say. When the door closed, she checked the news.
In the kitchen, she grabbed a bag of three black roses from the fridge. She picked up her backpack by the sofa, opened the window and shimmied along over to a drain pipe.
A bus puller over and she jumped in. At the clock tower, she got off and walked over to Lizzie's flat. A man with a bicycle wheeled his bike out. She slipped in after him. Jane pulled out a key with a batman keyring dangling from it. She turned the light on when the door swung shut behind her.
A lamp at the far end of the living room turned on. DI York placed her gun on the coffee table.
"It's very kind of you to bring me roses."
She approached the detective slowly.
"You've got nothing on me."
Sweat rolled down the side of her face. York laughed out loud.
"It's over Jane. Come clean now. There's no point in dragging it out."
She lunged for the gun aiming for the detective's head. A sound from the kitchen distracted her.
DI York kicked the gun out of her hand. DS Scott grabbed her arms and cuffed her.
"Jane Anne Smith, you are under arrest."
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