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verge and the wheels started spinning. Thank God they never shelled out for a decent car. I spied a wheel chock on the ground, picked it up and hurled it as hard as I could at the car.
    It smashed the rear windscreen good and proper.
    “Yes!” I aimed a fist at the sky and ran off after the car. The wheels were still spinning, spattering mud all over me and the three guys in their hi-vis jackets who were trying to get into the car. Brown had locked the doors and was looking at the back window as if it might be a good way to get out. But the glass was shattered all over, it’d be instant death.
    He and I stared at each other through the driver’s window for a long second. Then I grabbed the chock and swung it at the window, wincing as the glass shattered. I reached in, snatched the keys out of the ignition, smashed them across his face before he’d had time to react and grabbed his gun.
    I’d like to state here and now that I’ve never fired a gun before and I hardly know which end is which. But apparently I looked convincing, because Brown raised his hands in surrender.
    Someone in an Ace uniform reached in and opened the door, grabbed Brown and held his arms behind his back. “The coppers are coming,” he said, looking at me. “What the hell’s going on?”
    I shrugged, the gun still aimed at Brown’s head. “I’m just following instructions,” I said.
    “Me too,” said the Ace guy. “Yours.”
    A cop car came whistling up and out catapulted a couple of uniforms, followed by Luke.
    “Sophie?” he said incredulously. “Put the bloody gun down.”
    My hands were shaking. “Are you going to take him away?”
    “Yes. He’s going into custody. And so are you unless you give me that gun.”
    Not taking my eyes off Brown, I handed the pistol over and felt my body slump. Luke put his arm around my shoulders, holding me up. It was probably an inappropriate time to notice that his body was very warm and hard, but I noticed it anyway.
    “This yours?” Luke asked Brown, passing the gun, wrapped in a handkerchief, to one of the uniforms.
    Brown nodded.
    “You are in so much trouble,” Luke said as the Ace guy handed Brown over to the coppers.
    I wasn’t entirely sure who he was talking to.

Chapter Three
    When I got home it was dark.
    I’d been at the airport police station for hours, tired and hungry, shocked and dirty. My uniform was probably beyond repair, torn and splattered with mud, but I didn’t really care. Probably they’d fine me for it. Fuck them. I’d had an unbelievable day. No one was going to fine me for anything.
    Was I in trouble? I kept asking the policemen but they never really answered. They took full statements on every part of the incident and I signed billions of things without really looking at them. Probably I should have looked. I didn’t really care.
    Tammy was scratching around the gate as I unfastened the latch and tripped down into the yard. Really it was supposed to be a little courtyard, but my nannan used to live here, you see, and where she came from it was a yard . It had one sad-looking conifer in a tub and a washing line and a metal dustbin, and that was it. Not what you’d call pretty.
    The security light came on as I pushed the gate open and I didn’t see Agent Sharpe at first, sitting with his back against my door, elbows resting on his knees, changed out of his Ace uniform into jeans and a fleece.
    He looked up at me. “You’re late.”
    I shrugged. “Got held up.”
    “Did you come straight back?”
    I nodded. I’d wanted to go to Tesco’s for some ice cream but I couldn’t face walking around in the state I was in. I’d planned to get changed, walk up to Total and get five of everything that was bad for me. Then I was going to get in a hot bath and stay there until tomorrow.
    “Were you waiting for me?” I asked, rather unnecessarily, but I was feeling brain-dead.
    Luke nodded and got to his feet. “You okay?”
    “I will be.” I pushed past him to