‘Inspector, I need to get this boy to Moorfields. He has a detached retina that needs urgent attention.’
The uniforms that remained in the hospital were now attended by a Detective Inspector Casey. The boy looked a state and Casey stood aside as the porters lifted Chas into a wheelchair and began rolling him to a waiting ambulance, Nadia and Thelma following.
Casey called out, ‘Shouldn’t his mother be with him?’
Nadia looked back at the kindly detective, obviously new she thought, at least to these parts. ‘It was his mother who did this damage. Well, her and a thousand other people in the neighbourhood, namely the Saints. Isn’t it about time the police did something?’
Casey walked to Nadia and whispered, ‘I will, I will,’ he was Irish. Chas heard the exchange and all of a sudden felt c
