“I can't believe it. Your imagination's running away with you.” Sarah gazed at the constable.
She knew he hadn't been in the force very long. He probably hoped he would be solving crimes in the Met after finishing his training. Finding himself in the sleepy town of Wooler, where criminals were very thin on the ground, must have been most disappointing for a man with his ambitions.
“Look, I didn't want to tell you this,” Simmonds had to make her understand his concerns. “But they also had guns. There's a lot more to these men being here right now, than you think.”
“Are you out of your mind? Why on earth would they need guns?” Sarah couldn't believe this was happening. “All I want to do is find Pete. I'm no threat to anyone.”
“Yes, you are! Don't you get it?” The constable was growing im
