Patrick nodded and he gave Clio a quick hug. Mairead walked back into the room, her hair wet and wearing the clothes Clio had lent to her. A further bruise on her arm was visible, in the shape of a handprint and Patrick gritted his teeth again.
"Our cop friend is on his way over and he'll know what to do, okay? In the meantime is there anything you want? Anything else you want to say?"
Mairead sat down and she sighed. "I don't know. Thank you?"