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Melissa was as surprised to see DI Harrison pull up next to Oakhurst’s police station as he was to see her at the top of the steps, about to enter the building.
“I didn’t expect to see you here today, sir,” she said when Harrison reached her. “Not after being stabbed last night.”
“I could say the same of you, constable,” Harrison said as he made his slow way up the steps. “You might not have been stabbed, thank god, but you did suffer quite badly at the hands of that maniac.” He reached for the door with a stifled groan, annoyed to discover that the painkillers the hospital had given him were wearing off.
“Are you sure you should be here?” Melissa asked, alarmed by how white Harrison had gone.
“Not really,” Harrison admitted in a strained voice. “And the hospital definitely isn’t h
