Jo worked well with all of her colleagues, she was a professional after all. But there was something about working with Stuart that she couldn▓t put her finger on. She actually looked forward to working with him. And not in the same way she looked forward to working with Mickey.. Or Terry.. Or anyone else in CID. He made her smile. she frowned to herself. he made her smile? was that all she could say? The lift was empty and she leaned against the wall, was this the slowest lift on the planet?
She laughed almost silently under her breath.
Remembering him.
⌠So, are you two really mates?■ she ones asked him about, in this very hospital, about the limo driver they had bumped into on the way to see a victim.
⌠yeah■ he had replied.
⌠So what do you two do together? Actually.. Don▓t answer that.. I don▓t wanna know■ .
How well did she really know him?
The lift opened and she stepped out. Ward 7. Looking left, then right, she followed the corridor before reaching the door in which she was buzzed through. She gave her name to the nurse at the station, and was told that Stuart was in the room at the very end of the ward. Bloody typical, she thought to herself. She peered discreetly into the windows of the other rooms, some of the occupants were sleeping, others had visitors.
On her left and she rounded the corner, nearing the end of the ward, 2 nurses and a doctor were pulling the sheet over one of the patients. Dead.
Goosebumps appeared on her skin, she rubbed her hands over herself, warming her skin.
What if Stuart died?
