DI York parked her Audi across the street from Jane's flat. The windows were curtainless. She dug out her binoculars. The TV was on. Jane was watching Pretty Little Liars.
York zoomed in on the coffee table. A bowl of popcorn was over flowing. Next to her, Rose was whispering into her ear. They laughed and munched on more popcorn.
In a house on a hill, Amelia was taking vodka shots with her husband. The kids were fast asleep. They laughed quietly before kissing each other. She pushed him back and gripped the edge of the kitchen table.
A persistent knock on the door drew her husband's attention away from her. She collapsed on the floor and vomited. The door banged open. DS Scott barged in.
"Who are you?"
Her husband bent down to help her. She was shaking violently before clutching her chest and passing out.
"I'm a detective, here's my badge. Call 999!"
He performed CPR, but he couldn't save her. There was no pulse. Her husband threw up in the sink just as the ambulance arrived.
