Summers had pulled the car over at the nearest layby. She knew Platt would want to kick the s**t out of something after getting the second call. The first had been bad enough. The second call came forty minutes later. Summers had taken the call using the car’s hands-free.
She had told the sergeant to hold on while she parked. The parking area was almost empty less than a few cars, with families having a much-needed stop-off.
‘You’re on loudspeaker,’ She informed the sergeant.
‘Gottcha, well, bad news I’m afraid we just had to release Mr Brown; some fancy pants lawyer turned up and got him released on bail.’
She watched in horror as Platt exploded. He grabbed her mobile phone and hurled it at the ground. The phone bounced, and the screen cracked, resulting in a spiderweb pattern.
Platt
