Helen Phifer - The Face Behind the Mask

Will turned off the engine and she snapped herself out of her distant memories – time to focus on the here and now, not the past. It was time to do what was right for Pauline Cook and find the bastard who’d done this to her. What a way to spend her first day in a new station. She’d been hoping for a couple of simple cases, nothing too complicated, to ease her into it slowly. They got out of the car, which Will had squeezed into the smallest gap she’d ever seen, next to a portable MRI scanning machine in the hospital car park.

‘Blimey, times are hard if you have to have your MRI done out in the car park.’

Will laughed and headed in through a small door, which led to nowhere. The only thing in the small entrance was a single knackered chair and a lift.

‘What is this place?’

‘No idea, but as long as you don’t mind walking through the clinic on the next floor and looking like you know what you’re doing, no one takes a blind bit of notice. Have you seen how full the car park is? You’re lucky if you can get a parking space first thing, but this time of day there’s no chance.’

He pressed the silver button to call the lift. The hum and clatter of the heavy machinery as the lift began its descent made Adele’s eyes almost pop out of her head.

‘Erm, I’m not really that fond of lifts and that one doesn’t sound too healthy. Is there no other way to get into the hospital?’

Will shook his head. ‘It’s fine, I use it all the time.’

The double doors slid open and he stepped inside. Adele was hesitating, wondering if she should just go and find another way in, when the doors began to close and he arched an eyebrow at her.

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