But no balaclava.
Outside, three sets of headlights flared to life. Tyres on wet concrete. line of duty papadustream
“PC Terence Mullins,” Steve whispered, recognising him from a personnel file. “Collator. He was on the Christopher case desk. Retired last year on medical.” But no balaclava
The blood drained from Steve’s face. Kate turned to him, a question in her eyes he couldn’t answer. But no balaclava. Outside
“Gillian Biggeloe,” Steve said, the name tasting like poison. “You were retired .”
“And if we say no?” Steve growled.
“Obviously it’s a trap,” Kate snapped. “But the Christopher case got buried by Carmichael herself. If there’s even a shred of real evidence on that stream…”
