Curly Saviour“Just sit there for a moment, Miss Maguire.” The police chief collected the shards of the cricket bat into a pile with his foot. He squatted down next to Kit and rested a hand on her shoulder. “Did he hurt you?”
Mr Rashid’s face appeared over the counter. His fingers fumbled with the clasp to lift the hatch. “It’s bent!” He rattled it a few times before admitting defeat. “Why didn’t you press the panic button?” he demanded, jabbing a finger at Kit.
“I did!” she shouted. Mr Jim reared back at her vitriol as angry veins protruded from her neck. Kit’s feet scrabbled against the tiles as she fought to stand. Mr Jim’s hand on her shoulder kept her pinned in place. His severe expression suggested he expected more violence. “I pressed it hard enough to raise an army, but you obviou
