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remember saying it.
    The lady ran
in front of Danny as he fell and slammed the door shut onto his head.
    Jamie heard
herself scream again. She could see blood dripping down his forehead.
    “Danny,” she
got onto the floor beside him and nudged his shoulder. When he didn’t respond
she searched him for a pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found one.
    “What do I do
now?” Jamie muttered. She pulled Danny’s mobile out of his trouser pocket and
searched the list of contacts for the number for the station. “Come on,” Jamie
said. The phone bleeped and a ‘no signal’ message flashed onto the screen.
    Nothing like
this had ever happened to her before. Most of the cases she’d inspected at her
old job had been burglaries.

 
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Jamie stood next to Carl beside
Danny’s hospital bed. Her heart rate had finally slowed down to a normal pace,
and her hands had stopped sweating.
    “Look at me,”
Danny said, “I’m fine.” He was sitting up in bed with a smile plastered to his
face. “It’s nice to know that someone cares about me though.”
    “I wasn’t
worried. My job would be a lot less work if you weren’t there to boss me
around.” Carl took a sip of his coffee and then spat it back into the cup.
“This stuff really is awful.”
    “You two don’t
have to wait around here with me. I’m allowed to go home later they just want
to check a few things. Go back to the station and work on the case.”
    Carl was torn
between staying with his colleague and having a decent cup of coffee. Jamie
didn’t look as though she was going to go anywhere.
    “I don’t need
you two standing around staring at me. However, you are needed to find Mrs
Longacre’s killer. Go.” Danny turned his back on them the best he could while
sitting in bed. Carl had bought the newest Stephen King novel from the gift
shop and it was likely that this was the only time he’d get to read it. The
sooner they left, the more pages he’d get through.
    “Okay,” Carl
gave in, “we’ll go, but promise you’ll let us know when to come and pick you
up.”
    Danny promised
but only because he needed them to bring him a fresh change of clothes. His
previous outfit was soaked in his own blood, and he didn’t like the idea of
riding the local bus wearing a hospital gown.
    Jamie threw
another glance in his direction before following Carl out of the room.
    “Peace and
quiet.” Danny sighed. He grabbed the book from the chair beside his bed, opened
it and creased the spine. His eyes scanned across the first line of words, and
he shifted his body into a more comfortable position.
     
    Jamie spent the rest of the
afternoon trying to put together an image of the lady they’d seen in the
Longacre’s house. Whether she had anything to do with the case or not, she
wanted to find her.
    “I don’t know
why you’re so determined to find her,” Carl said. “If she has anything to do
with our case, she’s likely to show her face again.”
    “Not
necessarily. She knows we’re on to her, she’ll stay out of our way.” Jamie
thumped her fist on the table. Now she knew why eye witnesses always found it
so hard to identify the right person, this was near impossible. “She assaulted
a police officer, she has to pay.”
    Carl laughed.
    “What’s so
funny?”
    “We have a
murderer to find and you’re more interested in finding a woman who–”
    “Fine. I’ll
stop. But, who says she isn’t our murderer?”
    “She went to
the house to get something. She didn’t get it. She’ll be back.”
    The phone
rang, and Carl walked over to Danny’s desk to answer it.
    “I know you’re
very busy and everything, but I can’t sit around all afternoon waiting for you
to turn up,” a male voice boomed down the phone.
    “I’m sorry.
Who is this?” Carl scratched his head.
    “Neil. Mr
Longacre. We had an appointment this afternoon.”
    Carl’s eyes
grew wide. “Uh, um.” Was he supposed to tell anyone about Danny’s