Shoot to Kill

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‘Inspector Carlyle?’

Shit. He could see the door and, beyond it, the real world. Life going on outside this asylum, waiting for him to jump right in and disappear. All he had to do was keep walking.

‘Inspector!’

John Carlyle hesitated, cursing as he did so. He should have taken the back exit.

‘INSPECTOR!’

Gritting his teeth, Carlyle tried to fix the approximation of a smile onto his face as he wheeled around and said, ‘Yes?’

Angie Middleton, one of the newer desk sergeants, waved a sheet of A5 paper at him, a standard-issue worried look on her face. A massive black woman, she was sporting the kind of look that she normally reserved for times when the canteen had prematurely run out of her favourite roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. It suggested despair, laced with the slightest threat of impending violence.

Carlyle stopped about a foot from the desk in the hope that he could still make a getaway. ‘What is it?’

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