The BMW Z4 purred to a halt. Georgie Ellis switched off engine and headlights, got out of the car and quietly shut the door. She looked up and down the country lane to see if she had been noticed. There was not a sound, apart from the hoot of an owl in the tree near to where her beloved motor was now parked. The lack of any moon made it difficult to see the way ahead, but she had studied the map in detail before she had left home that evening, memorizing the way to Bradley Barn.

This will either make or break my career. But somebody has to do this. I just know that Bradley is lying! David Harrison was innocent, and I shall – will – must - prove it.  

WPC – soon to be DC - Ellis walked slowly down the lane towards DCS Arthur Bradley’s home....

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