CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
That night, Leah was woken by a disturbance out in the street. She had tiptoed into the living room in the dark and seen it lit up like Piccadilly Circus as bright blue lights flashed like strobes, turning the room into a disco. Her hand flew to her mouth and she grabbed her dressing gown, slipped her feet into the flip-flops she’d kicked off in the hall, put the front door on the latch and went out in time to see Nat being carried into an ambulance on a stretcher.
“I’m her neighbour, we’re good friends, I feed her cat. What’s happened?” she asked breathlessly.
Nat turned her head at the sound of Leah’s voice. “I’m all right. Just can’t move my stupid arm.”
“Can I go with her?”
The paramedic shook her head. “Are you a relative?”
Leah shook her head.
“Then I suggest
