Her heart was pounding as she set off on her bike. She was terrified of vicious dogs but she knew she could face up to fear. Far more serious was the risk of getting caught. She’d been warned often enough about lone-wolf missions. Any problems now and she’d be looking for a job flipping burgers. She hadn’t forgotten Ron Arrowsmith had already killed a cop, even though he’d been acquitted at court. She wasn’t carrying any warrant card, mobile phone or ID. If she was captured perhaps they wouldn’t kill a run-of-the-mill criminal out of a sense of brotherhood. She was going to see this through. This was the way she was and this was her life.
She swooped in and out of the Badger’s Knoll development. Neither vehicle was there. She rode back towards the village before turning off into the woods
