Evidence

She's wearing a long black coat, fake fur around the collar, like she's wearing a fox for a necklace. And although the sun has alrea...

Footprints

Bright red footprints, like they'd been painted in a playground, appeared on the steps that we were hurriedly climbing. Not every step, ...

Memories

Flashback.  A totally unexpected flashback that instantaneously took me to the scene, one I hadn't visited for several years.  The mind ...

Jimmy

One two seven High Street, Suburbia. I know that address. I know that it's not where we're actually needed. It's the centre wher...

Bad Weather

Heading through the terrible weather towards the scene at right angles to the accident, the level of carnage looks all the more brutal. We...

Eight Miles

The radio vibrates against my shirt, the phone beeps in my pocket and I run back to the car to see the screen flash up a new call. Eight mil...

Missing

We spread out and search a room each. The police broke the door down, leaving the splintered remains of the frame lying all over the carpet,...

Familiar Arms

Wrapped in blankets almost up to her eyes, Liana's barely visible. Naz, her husband, met us at the door with a roll of the eyes, as if t...