Dark… cold… death…
Dark… cold… death…His eyelids were too heavy to open.
‘Where’s the ambulance? Can’t you get them here faster?’
‘It’s Lyndall, right? Look, he’s a tough old bastard. Probably not even really hurt and just lying there looking for attention.’
‘Why did I have to do your job for you, officer?’
‘You didn’t. We both did my job. And call me Pete.’
A gentle hand touched Vince’s face. ‘Give me your jacket, Pete.’
‘He really doesn’t need it… okay, okay.’
The jacket smelled like junk food. But its warmth seeped into Vince’s body. The voices were a dream. Some afterlife joke where McNamara would haunt him forever.
‘Vince! Oh my god, Vince…’
Why is Liz here too?
Why is Liz here too?More importantly, why was she crying?
This time his eyes opened, straight into hers. ‘Hey, L
