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Mildenheath Hospital didn’t hold happy memories for Wendy. Whenever she’d visited on work it had inevitably been depressing, as hospitals and police work tended to be. Even her private visits had been ones to want to forget, from her parents’ deaths to her brother’s hospitalisation after a drug overdose. The solemn mood that accompanied her, Culverhouse and Debbie Weston this time, though, was something she’d never felt before.
Being a police officer was a job that carried a certain amount of risk. All officers knew that. But none actually expected to be shot in the line of duty. Especially not a CID officer, who was generally kept away from the front line.
There had been incidents in the past, of course, but nothing quite like this. Wendy herself had been hit by a car whilst chasing
