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as she could between his legs.
It was good to see his face drain pale as her own.
Now she swung her right arm round hard at the woman's neck. The blow would probably have felled her, but she was quick and ducked low, though not low enough to avoid all contact. Ellie's hand caught her on the temple just above the right eye with enough force to send her reeling back into the Climbing Pompon de Paris growing up the pillar to the left of the front porch.
    When Ellie had bought it, Peter had grumbled that nowadays it was surely possible to get a less prickly, more user-friendly rose, but she'd been unrepentant. The tiny pink pompom blossoms had been her father's favourite before Alzheimer's robbed him of even that. And now, as she heard the woman scream, Ellie knew she'd always love the thorns too.
    She retreated over her threshold and slammed the door shut. Ramming the bolts home, she became aware of pain in her right wrist, and as she slid to the floor with her back against the door, in her right knee too. She sat there, breathing deep, as if she'd just run a hundred metres up a steep hill. Outside she heard car doors shut and an engine start up and reverse away.
    She sat there till there was nothing to hear but her own harsh breathing, and when that too finally faded, she rose and went to an upstairs window and looked down at the empty driveway.
    Whatever had happened was over. So why did she feel it had just begun?
     

 
    iii
 
    memories are made of this
 
'And you kneed him in the balls?' said Detective Superintendent Andy Dalziel gleefully. 'Well done, lass.'
'Sure. Except they must have been made of brass,' said Ellie, who was sitting sideways on a sofa with a large pack of frozen oven chips draped over her knee and a smaller pack of fish fingers pressed against her wrist. Having a non-gourmet kid sometimes came in useful. 'Have they got hold of Peter yet?'
This was aimed at Detective Sergeant Edgar Wield who'd just entered the room, carrying a mobile phone.
'No, but they're still there, they've located the coach. I've sent Seymour down there. He'll spot them eventually, but Tegley Hall Theme Park's a big place. And you said you didn't want him paged over the speakers.'
'No,' said Ellie firmly. 'Softly, softly. I don't want him getting the kind of shock I had.'
The two detectives exchanged glances, then Dalziel said, 'Talking of which, lass, as you won't let us take you to the quackery, I've got Wieldy here to organize the quack to come to you. And afore you start sounding off again, I reckon you could do with a bit more than fish and chips for them joints of yours. Also, I don't like your colour.'
'And I bet you've arrested people for less than that. Sorry, Andy. That was stupid. I'm still feeling so angry. As for my colour, you should have seen me half an hour ago. I was grey. Not as grey as that bastard, though, after I'd kneed him.'
'Aye, that's where we'd got to, wasn't it?'
'Second time round!'
'Aye, well. You were a bit excitable, first time.'
'Hysterical, you mean?'
'Nay, lass. You know me, if I'd meant hysterical, I'd have said it. Wieldy, you're lurking. Summat else?'
'Checked with the Education Department. No one there called Westcombe or fitting the descriptions.'
'Christ, you're checking up on me!' exclaimed Ellie angrily. 'You think maybe I just lose it when I'm confronted by stupid officials? Well, you could be about to find out you're right.'
Wield went on as if she hadn't spoken. 'The car's number. How sure are you you got it right?'
'As sure as I could be considering it was going through my mind these two wanted to abduct me in order to do God knows what to me. So if I got a figure wrong, it wouldn't be surprising, would it? But it was definitely a dark-blue BMW, one of the big ones. Look, why're you wasting time grilling me like this? I scribbled everything I could remember down soon as I could. Christ, I haven't been married to the Force all these years without picking up some of your nasty habits.