HOW MANY TIMES SHE had re-lived the moment when she shot Kieran Wright dead, Melissa didn’t know. She was glad when the ringing of her phone disturbed her sleep, though, she didn’t want to go through it again.
While she struggled to open her eyes — they felt as though they were glued shut — she reached out to grope on the bedside table for her phone. The muscles of her stomach protested painfully at the movement, but she gritted her teeth and did her best to ignore it.
“Constable Turner, what’s up?” she asked tiredly when she found the phone and brought it to her ear. She wasn’t sure what the time was, but based on how tired she felt, she was sure she had only got a couple of hours of sleep. It had been past three when she got back from the hospital in town and made it into bed, and sinc
