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Crashing Down
Catherine stared in the mirror in the ladies' toilets. She had already been checked over in A&E, given three stitches in her forehead along with a lecture from Dr Mike about following in her Dad's footsteps.
"Thank God this isn't gonna be in wedding photos." She whispered as she heard other women in the cubicles behind her. Quietly slipping out of the room she knew she had to get home. The attack on Ruth, along with Graham's arrest made things personal. Fear gripped her as she wondered what would happen to her family next and how her father would cope.
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"So." Ros folded her arms across her chest. "We have next to nothing."
"Not really." Lucas agreed. Zoe looked at the floor as Adam glared.
"Fantastic. Remind me, we are actually part of the intelligence services? We are supposed to be able to get information or have they changed the job description?"
Zaf raised an eyebrow. He knew how frustrated his friend was, almost two weeks post explosion and no arrests had been made.
"I've tracked down the MP Fiona turned." Zoe stated. "Perry is still in politics. Works as an advisor to the Chief Whip now."
"Still sympathetic?"
"Yeah." Zoe nodded. "I'm meeting him in two hours."
"Take Adam. He will remember him, might swing things our way," Ros watched as Adam looked away, apparently lost in a time warp. His mind clearly back in the original mission. For a moment she wondered if he had thought of Fiona.
"I might be out of order here." Zoe leant forward as all eyes fell on her. "Moran clearly has a mission as well as a vendetta. What if he doesn't know about Fiona? What if?"
"He." Adam paused. "He knew enough to track Ruth. To turn up at the hospital. He has to know Fiona is dead."
"Doesn't mean Carrie is safe though." Lucas spoke calmly, aware his friend was thinking the exact same thing.
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Ruth stared at her legs as she sat with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Her head throbbed where Moran had hit her but her mind was with her children and grandchildren. She knew Harry was worried about Graham. The boy attracted trouble, usually when he was trying his best not to. But with a criminal record including possession of a Class A drug, drink driving and assault she knew that the police would see the troubled boy he had been, not the mature, calm young man he was now. Then there was Catherine. A young mum that had already been through hell and back. It seemed so unfair that she had postponed her wedding because of the bombing. Part of her worried that Gracie would forget her while Nico had seen so much in his fourteen years she didn't know how much more the floppy haired, shy teenager could take.
"Hi." The nurse walked in to see Ruth staring at her feet. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I need to be at home."
"Any feeling returned?" The nurse asked as Ruth, half expecting the same answer as yesterday. Ruth looked up from her feet.
"I think so. I don't know. I thought if I moved a bit."
"Help the circulation? Certainly help the skin, keep pressure moving. Stop getting pressure areas." Ruth nodded. She knew how important it was that she changed position.
"My wound. The sutures at the end of it, by my ankle hurts. That's good isn't it?"
"Do you wasn't painkillers?" The nurse helped Ruth into the chair. She had never seen a patient so determined to go home. The middle aged man that had kept vigil by her bedside, along with the four children and grandchildren that had visited along with colleagues, including a tall, thin blonde that the nurse could only describe as icy showed how loved her patient was.
"No thanks." Ruth sighed. "I don't want to stop feeling again. "I might before physio though."
"Ok."
The nurse left the room quietly, leaving her patient deep in thought.
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Adam walked alongside Zaf in near silence. As things had worked out it was the two of them that were visiting the constituency office of the MP that had helped them so many years earlier.
"You think he's going to help us again?" Zaf raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Adam answered. "I can be very persuasive." He smirked while pushing the door to the office open. A petite red head sat at a reception desk as Zaf approached. Moments later Adam slipped into the back office, totally unnoticed by the young woman. Adam smirked, knowing Zaf could flirt with a shop dummy if needed.
"Excuse me!"
"Hi." Adam turned to see the grey haired man staring at him. "Harry Pearce sends his regards."
"Oh bloody hell." Perry closed his eyes. "Not that again."
"Yeah." Adam crossed the room. "You need to help us again. It seems Moran is out to make good on his promise." Perry swore profusely, remembering Fiona and Harry persuading him to help them. He nodded as Zaf burst into the room.
"Adam, we have to go. Now." Adam nodded as he pulled his phone from his jacket on the second ring.
"A Temple and Mosque have been targeted. I suggest you think seriously about helping us."
Perry nodded as both younger men walked away. Adam headed out to the car without another word.
"Zoe sent that message. It was about more than two coded warnings."
"Yeah." Adam agreed. "He didn't need to know that. We get back to the Grid before Harry, Ruth or Catherine do something stupid."
"They've got Graham and Ruth is a sitting duck." Zaf frowned. "I'm going to warn her. You get to Harry."
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