Role Model

Role Model

By Becky Black

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Copyright 2018 Becky Black

ISBN 9781634865609

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Role Model

By Becky Black

For most people, a phone call at three in the morning would be something to dread.

Not for Paul Bradley.

He picked up the mobile ringing by his bed.

Get your arse up to the moor road, six miles north of Leyton, his editor, Henderson, said. Got a tip from our tame copper.

On my way. Paul yanked out the charging cord, grabbed a pair of jeans from the dirty laundry basket, and found a clean T-shirt. Phone. Bag. Car keys. Jacket. He left the house five minutes after waking up.

In the inky night, the lights on the moor road were visible for miles. They were powerful arc lights used by Fire and Rescue. The road ahead was blocked and taped off. Paul counted two fire engines, five police cars, and two ambulances. The air ambulance helicopter waited in a field.

He saw the focus of all the activity when he got out of his car. A truck, on its side, half on and half off the road and into the ditch. Police and fire officers swarmed it. But Paul doubted Henderson had sent him here for a mere road accident. Something else was going on.

Sorry, mate, going to be closed off for hours, the copper at the police tape said. If you go back and take the turn— He stopped when Paul held up his Press pass. Christ, can you lot smell the blood?

Can I get any closer?

No, you sodding can’t. Stay there.

Hey, don’t worry, another voice came. I’ll fettle him. Ed Muir, Henderson’s tame copper.

Good. I want a brew. The first officer left Ed to it.

What’s happening? Paul asked, ducking under the police tape. Is the driver trapped? Dead of night rescue. Driver cut from cab. Not bad.

Truck driver’s dead, Ed said. You can’t see it from here, but there’s a car underneath that mess, in the ditch. The truck’s resting on it.

Who’s in the car?

The driver, dead, and a kid. Alive.

Much better. Kids always made a better story. Boy or girl? What age? He had tablet and stylus poised.

Girl, aged six. That’s not all. A paramedic crawled in to help the kid, but the girl’s trapped, and he won’t come out until they get her free.

Paul stared at the activity