Things calmed down a bit after the air ambulance left with the child. The air of urgency vanished. Paul awaited his chance, lurking again, and took it when everyone finally left Andrew McGregor alone, sitting on the tailgate of an ambulance, drinking a mug of tea, a red blanket around his shoulders. Paul sidled—another useful skill—up to him.
“Mr. McGregor, Paul Bradley.” He flashed his pass. “Can I have a couple of minutes of your time?”
“Um, okay.”
“Can I ask how you came to crawl inside?”
“Me and my partner were first on scene. We were coming back from doing a transfer into Manchester,” he said. “Found them like this.”
“And you crawled in despite the danger to save the girl.”
McGregor grimaced. “Believe me, I didn’t intend to stay there for hours. But she was trapped, and, well…sh
