Terminal (Major Crimes Unit Book 4) by Iain Rob Wright

Author:Iain Rob Wright [Wright, Iain Rob]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ulcerated Press
Published: 2021-08-26T23:00:00+00:00

Sarah prepared to leave. In the last ten minutes she had moved closer and closer to the candlelit vigil, but she now stepped away slowly, not wanting to disturb anybody with her exit. She hadn’t heard from Mandy and assumed he was snoozing in the car. While some of her tiredness had gone away, exhaustion was creeping back into her bones and making her feet heavy. It was time to go. She needed sleep, and as much as she hated it, someone else would have to apprehend Oliver Simpson. She should have been okay with that.

Why do I always need to be the one facing down danger? I have a team. I should trust them.

Sarah stepped towards the road but paused. Ten metres away, an old man was handing out foil-wrapped packages from the boot of an old Vauxhall Astra. A woman next to him, presumably his wife, was handing out bottles of water. Behind them, a second car had parked up, and even more people were handing out parcels. Sarah recognised what was happening; she’d seen it before. Members of the local community had cooked food at home and were now offering it to those working at the crash site. The same thing had happened during the port delay gridlock after Brexit. It made Sarah smile, further restoring her faith in humanity. The hearts and minds of the ordinary British people were still pure in the ways that mattered.

Like packs of hungry wolves, weary civil servants and spaced-out volunteers gathered around the two parked cars. They unwrapped the packages greedily and filled their faces with hot sandwiches and steaming pittas. One man placed a sausage in his mouth like a cigar before chomping it. A young man grabbed a bottle of water and drank thirstily, pushing his floppy blonde hair out of his face as he tilted his head back. There was something familiar about the kid.

Bite my nipples. Is that Oliver Simpson?

Sarah stood a moment longer to confirm it, but she was sure. Oliver Simpson had broken cover to grab a bottle of water. He was right there in front of her.

You really did come here.

I’ve got you.

Sarah leapt into action, body fizzing with the anticipation of wrapping the kid in a choke hold from behind. But somebody stepped in her way. She cursed and tried to sidestep the obstacle, but the man went the same way as her. It was merely a passer-by hoping to grab a snack from the Good Samaritans, and when he realised he was in her way, he smiled sheepishly and said, “I’m half-asleep. Sorry.”

With no time for pleasantries, Sarah shoved the man aside and sprinted at Oliver.

But the kid had spotted her, eyes wide as if he didn’t quite believe she was real.

You ain’t getting away, kid.

In his panic, Oliver threw the bottle of water at Sarah. His aim was impressive, and it struck her right in the chest. She shook off the sudden jolt of pain and continued her sprint, but the ambush was now a chase as Oliver took off like a rocket.

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