CHAPTER 17
A BOLT HOLE
“Escaped? How in the name of God could she escape from the back of a locked police patrol car?” Ross’s fury was more than evident as his voice could be heard not just in his office and the adjoining squad room, but virtually everywhere on the fifth floor of police headquarters, where the Specialist Murder Investigation Team was based.
Facing the full force of his temper, as he stood by the window of his office, were PCs Thomas and Willis, from whose car Angela Ryan had made a sudden and unexpected escape as the car was held up in traffic by a red light at roadworks on Dale Street. Standing behind the two PCs was Izzie Drake who couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the two officers, who were both young and she thought, perhaps inexperienced.
“Well, I’m waitin
