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  1. Cover
  2. Also by M.K. Hill
  3. THE WOMAN IN THE WOOD
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Epigraph
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  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author
  62. An Invitation from the Publisher

And then she heard the loud roar of an engine, and the Nissan swung out between the two caravans and into her path. The crowd reared back as it turned sharply towards the entrance and accelerated, its back wheels sliding on the dry grass. Sasha caught a glimpse of Jenkins behind the wheel, but then the car hit a hard ridge of mud, the underside crunched, and he lost control.

The car came straight towards her. Sasha was paralysed with indecision as it bore down on her, but then she was flung off her feet and thrown clear. She hit the grass hard, felt chips of hard mud whip her face, a sharp pain in her shoulder as Craig’s heavy body landed on top of her.

Hurtling past, the Nissan veered left and right as Jenkins tried to gain control of it, clipping a water standpipe and then swerving into the path of a police car coming the other way. It crashed through a picket fence and crunched into the side of a caravan, coming to a shuddering halt.

Sasha watched it all happen – the whole thing seemed to last as long as a single heartbeat – and then dropped her head back to the ground, breathing hard, barely able to see for the stinging sweat pouring into her eyes.

19

Just as they were about to go in, Sasha pulled Craig aside outside the interview room at Victoria Avenue. ‘What part of wait-for-backup did you not understand?’

He held up his hands. ‘I heard a noise coming from inside and thought Jenkins was opening a window.’

‘Jenkins is a murder suspect, and I wasn’t prepared to go inside until we had more officers there. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, Craig, you don’t have to make every arrest single-handed. Please don’t make me put you on report.’

‘I thought he was escaping,’ said the DC in annoyance. Craig was using the so-called noise he said he heard coming from the caravan as a convenient excuse to gain entrance, but she had to admit he was right about Jenkins not being inside. ‘And I did push you out of the way of that car, I did save your life.’

‘Well, there is that,’ she conceded, and turned the handle of the door. ‘Don’t do it again.’

Inside the small, nondescript room, she went to the table arranged against the near wall and took a chair opposite the duty solicitor, motioning for Davey Jenkins, who stood waiting against the far wall, to do the same. He fell into the chair beside the lawyer as Sasha arranged her notes in front of her.