Page 97 of No Safe Place

Sunday | Evening

Field

Wilson was on the phone to Control. Riley was calling Callum, putting the phone down when it went to voicemail and hitting redial.

‘TSG and Firearms are at least forty minutes away,’ Wilson said, slamming the phone down. ‘Major incident ongoing in Orpington.’

Wilson and Riley stood next to each other, waiting to be told what to do.

‘I need one of you to stay here, co-ordinate the support,’ Field said. ‘I’m going to Callum Mulligan’s – in case they’re there.’

Riley and Wilson exchanged glances.

‘Take Riley,’ Wilson said. ‘He’s stronger than me – and he’s a better driver than either of us.’

‘Are you sure?’ Riley asked. ‘I don’t mind—’

Teamwork – better late than never. But Wilson was right, Riley drove faster than either of them.

‘Okay, fine. Riley – we’ll blue-light it to Plumstead,’ Field snapped.

He reached for his suit jacket, on the back of his desk chair.

‘Leave that,’ Field said. Riley froze, one arm in the jacket. ‘You’ll need a stab vest.’