Page 3 of One Left Alive

‘5129 Morgan Brookes.’

‘Well, Morgan, talk me through what happened when you arrived, andtellme you didn’t drop your lunch over there.’

He was pointing to a trampled KFC bag.

She shook her head.

‘Not mine, sir, it must belong to the caller, Harrison Wright. When I got here, he was standing underneath the woman who was hanging from that branch.’

She pointed to where the frayed piece of rope was still swaying in the breeze.

‘She was clearly dead, but we tried our best to hold her up and take away some of the pressure from her neck.’

‘How did you know she was deceased, Morgan? Are you also a paramedic in your spare time?’

Morgan felt a burning sensation rush from her throat up to her forehead and knew she was probably the same colour as a cherry tomato.

‘I, she looked dead. Her eyes were fixed; she didn’t look as if she was breathing.’

Morgan could see Dan, who was standing behind the DS, grinning at her discomfort. He was such an idiot at times.

‘How long have you been out on independent control?’

‘This is my first shift on my own.’

‘And how many sudden deaths have you attended?’

‘Four: two suicides, one accident and a heart attack.’

‘But this is the first on your own, yeah?’

Morgan wanted the ground to swallow her up. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why was he giving her a hard time?

‘Yes, Sarge.’

He smiled again.

‘It takes some getting used to, but you will. Look, all I’m trying to get at is we don’t call death unless it’s pretty obvious, like a body is missing a head or the person’s brains are splattered all over the inside of a car. I’ve turned up to scenes where a body has smelt as if it’s been decomposing for a week and then they’ve moved and still been breathing. Just, don’t presume, okay? At least not until you’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have.’

She nodded, feeling embarrassed at his lecture, but determined not to let him see.

‘Family?’

‘Yes, Sarge, the woman is Olivia Potter. She has a husband, Saul, and two daughters, Bronte and Beatrix. The family car isn’t here, and Harrison said there’s no one home. He’s sent Bronte a message asking her to tell her dad to come home.’

‘Call me Ben, you can drop the whole Sarge thing. It’s far too official for my liking.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘Bronte and Beatrix Potter; I guess Olivia liked reading.’

Morgan smiled.

‘Have you checked the house?’

‘Not yet, I’ll do that now.’

‘What are your first impressions of the scene?’

‘Is this a trick question? Am I supposed to answer or is it an excuse for you to tell me off again?’

Ben laughed out loud, then obviously realising how inappropriate it was he lifted his hand and pretended to cough.