After the initial shock wore off, Harry’s police training came to his aid and took over. ‘Quick,’ he instructed Rachel, ‘give me a hand to lay him out on that sofa.’
He felt Trustworthy’s pulse and reaching for the phone, rang for help. ‘Hello? Yes, it’s an emergency, I need an ambulance at the double. A man has been shot… yes, in our office. He’s still alive, as far as I can see. Where?’ He rattled off the address, added a few more details then rang off. ‘Now for the police, Sergeant Matthews, I think.’
While he waited, a thought occurred. He waved a hand at Rachel who sat shaken at the sudden turn of events, her blouse back on and all thoughts of any romantic engagement wiped from her mind. ‘We’d better get those accounts together ready to show him, before someone decides to hide them
