Dead Heat (Severn House Large Print)
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realize it. Kate and the children. They were all he needed. ‘I love you,’ he said simply. ‘And I love you.’ They leaned forwards and kissed each other, pulling apart when a noise from the dining room make them look up. It was the pathetic figure of Charlotte, wearing Leanne’s dressing gown. They were back at the hospital at 5 p.m., wending their way through endless corridors to the ward on to which Tara had been transferred. It was not official visiting time, but they were allowed in. She had
Turner wound his window down, stuck his head out and before she could utter a word, he shouted, ‘Do us all a favour, sweetheart – just fuck off and count yer blessings. Otherwise they’ll be draggin’ yer body out of the docks. Get me?’ Before she replied, Turner pressed down hard on the accelerator and his big Mercedes surged powerfully away. He shook his head in disbelief, curled his lips with disdain. He had no time for women. As far as he was concerned they were good for two things only: sex
was nice to hear. His body was a mess of lines and impact marks anyway. He did not want to add another to his history of collateral damage. ‘Your man’s down in X-ray,’ Jane Roscoe said to him. She had appeared as the last piece of plaster was being applied to Henry’s abdomen. ‘I wish I’d smashed his head harder,’ Henry admitted wistfully. ‘Then maybe he’d be in a mortuary.’ ‘Then you’d be in trouble, wouldn’t you?’ Jane yawned and stretched, fighting off the tiredness of the long night shift.
draped an arm across her shoulders. ‘It’ll be OK. I’ll watch my back. They probably just want to pick my brain, that’s all.’ ‘Henry, all I want is for you to clear your name and get back to work.’ She looked really sad, very close to tears. ‘I don’t want things to get complicated . . . and that Jane Roscoe’s there too.’ She looked at Henry. His guts catapulted, even though he was certain Kate knew nothing about his brief affair with Roscoe . . . but he also knew that wives just know things.
I haven’t got a car to use, as mine is in dock. How can I be expected to get out and about on all this unofficial business without one? Hm?’ ‘I’ll see what I can arrange.’ It was approaching midday when Jane dropped him off at home. He watched her drive away, but she did not look back to see him all forlorn. Once her car had gone, Henry let himself into the house, which was quiet and empty. It was good to be alone. He sat down by the phone in the lounge with his Filofax. It was a dog-eared