35 Megan
It seems to take an age for the call to connect. I hear nothing for what feels like minutes but can only have been a second or two, and then the phone rings and connects.
I hear a message thanking me for calling 101, telling me they’re connecting me to our county’s police force and to press the hash key if I require a different force. I’m willing it to move faster, to connect to an actual person.
Finally, a human appears on the end of the line, and I very quickly realise that I don’t know what to say.
‘Uh, hi,’ I whisper. ‘I’m calling because I think… I think my husband might be involved with a crime you’re investigating.’
‘Okay. Is he there with you?’
‘He’s upstairs. I’ve got to be quiet.’
‘That’s fine. Can you tell me which crime you’re referring to please?’
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