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as quickly as he could. He burst out into the crowded foyer and through the double glass doors into the car park. The cold clean air burned his chest as he sucked it in. As he looked up at the milling crowd of staff and patients in the car park he caught the eye of a beautiful red haired woman. She winked at him, then moved away through the crowds and out of his line of sight.

Chapter 2

    15th November 2008. Treworgan Farm, High Moor. 18.16.

    Olivia shifted in her seat, attempting to hide her discomfort. Even though she’d been a police officer for more than ten years, there was still something disconcerting about being in the back of a squad car. The iron grill separating any back seat passengers from the driver made the vehicle feel like a cell. Then there was the bloody baby. The damn thing seemed to delight in lying against her bladder, probably thinking it was a water−bed or something. Of course, she couldn’t let the other officers in the car know this. They’d never let her live it down. Instead, she turned to Sergeant Rick Grey, who shared the back seat with her. “How much further is Simpson’s house?”
    “We should be there in a moment. It’s supposed to be up here on the left somewhere. Half a mile down a farm track, back from the main road.”
    Olivia suppressed a groan. “Maybe we should approach on foot. If there’s anyone there, it might not be a good idea to let them know we’re coming.”
    Rick raised an eyebrow. “Good idea. You know you should have gone before we left?”
    Olivia’s cheeks flushed scarlet. “I did go before we left. It’s the baby. You’ve got no bloody idea what it’s like, especially in a car.”
    “Do we need to stop at the services?”
    She shook her head. “No, I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario is I squat behind a bush.” She tapped on the wire mesh partitioning the vehicle. “And if I catch you with any night vision gear out, Mark, then you’ll get it shoved where the sun doesn’t shine. Got it?”
    Constable Mark Briggs, the armed response team’s operator, laughed. “What? Honestly, Olivia. Do you really think I’d do something like that?”
    “Yes. And you’d record it and stick it on YouTube or something for a laugh. I know you too bloody well, mate.” She looked at Paul Patterson, the unit’s driver, who was trying to hide a smirk. “That goes double for you, Paul. Remember, I know your wife.”
    Paul raised his eyebrows in an attempt to look innocent. “Nothing to do with me, Olivia. I’m staying well out of it. Never mess with a pregnant woman. Especially if she’s a copper and has access to firearms. Oh, hang on, I think this is it.”
    The police car slowed down then turned onto a gravel drive. The car bounced as a wheel went through a pot hole.
    Paul’s smirk became a grin. “Sorry about that, Olivia.” Then he veered to the right and hit another.
    “Paul, if you make me piss myself in the back of a squad car, I’ll make what remains of your life a living hell. Jesus, what the fuck is that?”
    The police car ground to a halt in a crunch of gravel and dust that swirled in the twin beams of the headlights. They could just see a large dark stain covering the centre of the track right in front of them.
    Rick leaned forward in his seat. “What the hell! I hope that’s not what it looks like. Paul, put a call in. Mark, get the gear out of the back. Olivia, you stay here.”
    Olivia bristled. “Bollocks will I. This is my case, and in case you’ve forgotten, I did two years on armed response. I’m going up there with you. Now stop wasting time and get me a vest and a Glock.”
    Rick shook his head. He’d seen Olivia like this on plenty of occasions and knew there was no point in arguing. “OK, but you know the score. Stay behind me and Mark, and try not to shoot us up the arse.”
    They walked to the back of their vehicle, where Mark was passing out the weapons and protective gear in silence. After donning vests and helmets, the