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- Dedication
- ONE
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- FIVE
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- THIRTEEN
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- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- SEVENTY-FOUR
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‘There isn’t a practice manager,’ Ian said. ‘It’s just Carstan Moller and his wife.’
‘In that case, if it’s an NHS clinic then you could contact the ombudsman.’
‘It’s not. It’s private,’ Ian replied, struggling to hide his impatience.
‘I think you’ll need to take it up with the independent adjudication service then. There’s information about their organization online.’
‘So you definitely can’t investigate?’ Ian asked, disappointed.
‘Not unless a crime has been committed, and from what you’ve told me it hasn’t been. I am sorry, but I don’t see how I can help you.’
Frustrated and feeling let down, Ian said goodbye and ended the call.
Now what? he thought.
He stayed in his car, staring out of his side window. If he took DC Beth Mayes’s advice and contacted the adjudication service, he’d have to go through everything that had happened all over again, and then wait for the outcome of any investigation. How long would that take? Probably forever, especially if Moller prevaricated or lied again. He needed answers now. Perhaps he should return to his first plan and visit Carstan Moller in person. He had the DNA evidence now and that couldn’t be ignored. If he showed him the results, Moller would have to tell him the truth, wouldn’t he?
Ian couldn’t think of a better plan. He’d go now. But before he started his car he sent an email to his boss: I have a doctor’s appointment today so I’ll be working from home. He then switched on his satnav and drove out of the office’s car park. The DNA test results proved Moller had lied and Ian was ready for a fight.
FORTY-TWO
It was 9.15 a.m. as Ian passed the village shop with its advertising easel outside. Wound up and ready to confront Carstan Moller, he drove up the hill and parked in the road at the front of the clinic. There were two cars on the driveway, a BMW he’d seen there before and a Vauxhall Corsa. Ian wondered if that belonged to Edie or a patient. If it was a patient it could work in his favour. Moller wouldn’t want him creating a scene if he had someone with him.
Ian took his briefcase containing his laptop from the passenger seat and got out of the car. He walked purposefully up the path to the front door. He turned his back on the CCTV as he pressed the bell, although he had little doubt he could still be identified. He waited and pressed the bell again, for longer this time. He’d stay there pressing their damn doorbell for as long as it took them to answer. He wasn’t going to be fobbed off again. He had evidence now.