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to spare at the airport. As she made her way round the corner to the restaurant, Sarah stopped to cross the road, noticing a familiar face waiting outside its pitched roofed entrance.  It was Jack. Enjoying his wife’s company over the weekend, and an excuse to forget about work, he had decided to have lunch with her; he knew she usually ate alone.   He stood waiting patiently. Looking for traffic, Sarah stepped into the road, Jack smiling receptively.  Suddenly, from its stationary position a black Lexus RX 4x4 span out into the road and accelerated with immense speed.  Sarah immediately noticed the car heading towards her. She attempted to run, breaking the heel of her right shoe causing her to stumble.  Jack made his move, darting into the street but it was too late. The Lexus hit Sarah full on, smashing her stooped head with its front grill as it made contact.  As the car passed, Sarah’s body disappeared under it. Jack could clearly see the two men in the front two seats of the vehicle.  They were two of Sperafico’s bodyguards.  Jack’s heart sank as he picked up his wife, who was now covered in blood and unconscious.  A young, Chinese woman stood directly behind him, her mobile phone to her ear.
    ‘An, am, ambulance is on its way,’ she stuttered, shocked by what she had just seen.  Jack heard her kind words but chose not to respond.  He did everything he could to keep her alive until the ambulance and the two police cars arrived simultaneously.
    The ambulance hurtled, at speed, on its way to St. Thomas’s hospital.  The crew were doing as much as they could, despite the severe loss of blood from her head wound.  As they arrived, two male Asian doctors emerged from the entrance and listened closely to the information that spieled out of the female paramedic’s mouth.  Jack felt quite useless, he had seen injuries like this in the past but he had never had this involuntary reaction before.  The medical team worked fast, addressing each injury methodically, using every piece of knowledge they possessed to control the bleeding.  Jack held Sarah’s hand, the nurses now working round him, following the look he gave the nurse who asked him to step aside when they first arrived.  It had been 45 minutes and countless bags of blood.  The doctors stopped and the nurses became silent.  Jack knew the verdict and pulled up a nearby metal stool, continuing to hold his wife’s hand.
    ‘Thank you,’ he said quietly, exhaling a breath that held back his emotions.  The doctor knew that his usual detailed explanation wasn’t required and, along with the rest of the staff, left the room.
     
    Jack was now sitting in the small waiting room, his hands supporting his face.  He was surrounded by large, brown leather sofas, but chose the hardness of an orange plastic chair.  He raised his head as Alex entered the room.  One of the nurses had phoned and informed him of what had happened.
    ‘What can I say? I just don’t believe it.’  Alex said, sitting opposite him, slumping into the sofas soft material.  ‘Do you need me to phone anyone?’ he asked, looking round the room, supportive yet uncomfortable.
    ‘No thanks, the hospital took care of it. Sarah’s parents are on their way. They’ll be here in a couple of hours.’  They both sat silently for a second, before Jack spoke.
    ‘It was an intentional hit, I recognised the two guys from Italy.  There’s a leak, Alex, and I intend to find out who, even if it takes me to an early grave.’
    ‘Well, if you need help, I’ve got two weeks off, already mowed the lawn, got nothing else to do,’ Alex replied, realising he was inappropriately injecting humour into the conversation.  ‘Err, let me get you a drink,’ and with that Alex jumped up and left the waiting room in search of a vending machine.
     
    As the doctors described the extent of Sarah’s injuries to her grieving and shocked parents, Jack kept silent about his additional