Left For Dead: A Maeve Kerrigan Novella (Maeve Kerrigan Novels) - Plot & Excerpts
We drifted around, radios chattering with call signs that were not ours. Every call we might have taken was snapped up by another, closer unit. We were out of place, looking the wrong way, surrounded by drivers who were obeying the rules of the road, up to nothing but good. The closest we got to wrongdoing was a lingering smell of cannabis on a street corner, and although Chris stomped up and down sniffing like a British bulldog he couldn’t trace it back to a source. The night was hot and still, with not a breath of wind to take the edge off the humidity. ‘Feels like a thunderstorm,’ Chris said as we parked in a side street to wait for something to happen. ‘Not forecast.’ ‘What do they know? They just make it up.’ ‘I think it’s a bit more complicated than that,’ I said, grinning. ‘But you’re right. It does feel stormy.’ ‘Gives you a headache.’ Chris frowned. ‘And where are all the burglars who should be taking advantage of open windows? Where are all the tossers who’ve been drinking all day and fancy a fight?’ ‘Anyone would think you wanted someone to commit a crime.’ ‘Anyone would be right.
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