Chapter 19In two days she was due a rostered week’s leave. She wanted to clear her desk and there was plenty to do. Before she could start, the phone rang. It was Tom Mitchell.”
“Shannon. We’ve got to move on Operation Kakkada. I’ll be with you in an hour. Get the kettle on.”
She tried to put everything else out of her mind. This was focused police work.
“A proper brew,” she said, handing him his tea.
“There’s a chance that one of our teams has been sussed. We’ve identified seventy addresses and at least two hundred individuals. The job covers people trafficking, p**********n, processing of cocaine, c******s farming, and money laundering. Once we go in, there will be more. We hit the targets tomorrow morning at 0430 hours. There will be simultaneous raids up and down the UK, in Azerbai
