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mention it’s snowing?’ the sarcasm intended.
    ‘No Jack, you failed to mention that……I hate the snow!’ His shirt held little warmth and he placed an open hand in Jacks direction, the jumper was placed onto it.
    ‘You kind of forget what the weather is like in the UK when you spend so long enjoying the sun!’ He longed for the warmth his home gave. Spain was where he belonged, with his wife and a nice bottle of chilled wine. He hated the cold, his bones rattled in a freezing wind reminding him of his age, old injuries bit at the point of damage, reminding him of his past. His skin had leathered and browned from the excessive exposure to the great ball of fire in the sky. It now felt dry and held slight patches of a pale colour.
    They descended the un-even stair and moved with speed across the tar-mac, the walk through corridor attachment usually used when exiting a plane had broken down whilst in motion. Nathan began to think that his choice was a bad one. The snow fell lightly and Nathan felt it rest on his ears and nose. He chose not to waft them away with a hand, his fingers were cold enough. His eyes gazed up to the greying sky. Large clouds filled with white flakes replaced the clear sea-blue canvas that he preferred.
    ‘I hate it here Jack, th e shitty weather just reminded me of that!’ he moved with momentum.
    ‘You get used to it…………you have no choice!’
    Ass-hole, he was right though, Nathan knew it as soon as he stepped off the plane. One of the main factors in the move abroad was the British weather and how predictably poor it was. He had only been away for several hours but he already missed Spain and all of its warmth. The core of his body was slowly losing its heat, the new climate played games with his immune system and loss of internal warmth was the result.
    The pa ssport control was less painful and he was surprised and relieved to discover this. They were ushered through by the terminal staff like sheep in a pen, taking two steps every five minutes. The odd couple complaining and child screaming added to his growing headache, he rubbed his temple to soothe the throb. He watched as smiling couples held hands and kissed, their recent holiday and getaway had obviously been an exciting one. He thought of Elle, sat at home on her own, he hated himself for leaving her, but the images from the home made movie he had watched forced him to accept his friends offer. The baggage claim was another story. It was an omen for Nathan that his bag would be last to arrive on the conveyer belt. He had prepared himself for this problem but still looked eagerly every time a new item of luggage popped into view. I hate airports. He noted how many times he used the word hate since he had landed and decided to blame it on his age, he reassured himself that he had earned the right to complain. The sigh of relief that escaped his mouth told Jack that the long awaited bag had arrived, half an hour had passed but it had felt like more as he stood watching other people’s bags arrive first. They gathered their belongings and moved toward the exit, the airport buzzed with holiday makers and excited children, Nathan wanted to find a calm and quiet place, the noisy surroundings were unusual to him, he hadn’t missed them one bit.
    ‘So far all we have is a body, collection of snaps and the home made movie I gave you. He isn’t giving us anymore!’
    ‘When was she found?’
    ‘Yesterday morning, some ramblers stumbled across her remains in a nearby wood, not a pretty sight.’
    ‘No witnesses?’
    ‘None so far, we’re keeping our fingers crossed something pop’s up’
    ‘Unlikely Jack, you know this better than I do!’
    Jack nodded, knowing that Nathan was right. If the killer had been so discreet in abducting and moving her it would be highly unlikely that any mistakes would be made after.
    ‘When can you start?’
    ‘Tomorrow Jack, let me rest today, I can hit it with a clear head in the