FOR A MOMENT COLLINS wasn’t sure there was anyone on the other end of the line as he stood at the rear of the surveillance van, the phone that was connected to the van’s recording system pressed to his ear. Only when he heard breathing did he realise someone was there, they just weren’t saying anything.
“Kurt Walker,” he said. For the first time in a long time he wished there was someone more senior who could take charge - the lives of four people, three of them civilians, and two of those children, rested in his hands; it was a responsibility that made him very uncomfortable. “I’m Detective Chief Inspector Collins; I understand you have four people in there with you: Tim Dewson, Sonia Dewson, nine, Calvin Dewson, six, and one of my officers, Detective Constable Chris Grey, is that correc
