Chapter Fifty-Four – DCI BeckleyA surge of dread engulfs me. I'm afraid of what he's done to you.
“What colour is her nightdress?” My words quickly spew out.
“It is antique gold with black lace.”
A stab of fear hits my frantic heart; confirmation it's you, surely.
“Will she make it?”
“It's hard to say at this stage but she's a fighter. It's been touch and go, to be honest; we've nearly lost her once since admission. I'm not sure how her small frame has fought the extensive injuries she's sustained. She suffered severe head trauma during the vehicle impact.” I'm listening to Harris as we continue toward the cubicle, but the words aren't sinking in. They're racing through my mind like a racehorse on the final stretch at Goodwood.
“She's about to go for a CT scan, I need to ascertain if
