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‘f**k, there’s still no answer,’ Luke said as Wendy sped down the dual carriageway touching one hundred miles an hour. They’d shave a good amount of time off the journey, but it’d still be a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before they’d reach Suzanne Corrigan’s house.
‘Don’t worry. Uniform will be on their way. They’ll be there before us. We’d just better hope they make it in time.’
‘I’ve had a thought,’ Luke said, putting the phone in his lap. What if Paul Kinsella’s out there in uniform? I mean, we don’t even know what he looks like. What if he’s milling around with the specials and guys from other forces?’
‘I don’t think he’ll risk that,’ Wendy replied, speeding past a dodgy-looking white van that she’d be tempted to pull over in any other circumstance. ‘They’d be able to tell
