Note: No one is mine

Note: No one is mine... Borrowing some from Judge John Deed... and some from Lynley…… and some others…… 

Khanda

Oh, good Lord. She'd really done it this time.

BLOODY HELL, what a mess...

Barbara Havers closed her eyes and leaned her head on the steering wheel of her car. Maybe if she didn't look at it, it would go away. But sure enough, when she opened her eyes, it was still there.

A very common looking white box, the kind paper is stored in. Over it, carelessly thrown, Barbara's blue coat.

Suddenly the coat started moving and she could hear it scrape its paws against the side of the box. She heard a small pathetic whining sound, like someone was too afraid to bark out loud.

That sprung Barbara into action. She needed to get out of there, and fast!

Miraculously, her car started at once. She sometimes felt like she was followed around by a higher force which made her car break down at the most inconvenient times, but since she'd finally had it serviced and taken care of, her little mini had been the picture of health. The mechanic had offered to buy it, paying her in cash, or with another used vehicle in excellent condition. She'd been stunned, not imagining that the mini was worth much. She loved her car; it felt like a member of her family, and it was her one and only. Still, she'd promised to think about it.

Barbara knew she needed Lynley's help. Only he could get her out of this mess. She knew she really wanted his help, too...

She'd contemplated going to Hillier, or even to ask Stewart for help, but had decided against it. Stewart was bound by his case, and Hillier was too much of a political animal. What if he decided to do the wrong thing?

Before she knew it, she'd manoeuvred the car out of the Met parking, and was on her way. As soon as she was out of prying cctv-eyes, she uncovered the box, and started smiling.

She looked down at a brown, black and white beagle puppy.