Chapter Three
Early Turn
Don gave his helmet a final brush and rested it on the lightweight Gannex raincoat that had been neatly folded ready to take to work. He rarely wore a helmet these days, but he would need it for going out on foot with the members of his team who patrolled the town centre.
For motorised duty he also needed to have his uniform “flat hat” with him. With this resting on top of the helmet he was all set to go and begin his first day as an acting sergeant.
Rosemary, busy breastfeeding their son, looked at her husband in admiration as he flicked an imaginary fleck of dust from the lapel of his freshly dry-cleaned tunic.
“You’ll wear that mirror out if you keep looking at it like that,” she chided, then winced as baby David sunk his brand-new tooth into her n****e.
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