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name on her text list, she replaced her mobile. ā€œArsehole!ā€ Charlotte decided to read it after her workout, or perhaps after lunch, to make him wait, like heā€™d made her wait all weekend. Why was he such a pig?

Fifteen minutes on the exercise bike later, she stepped off and dried her face. Taking deep breaths, she sauntered over to the windowsill, picking up her phone. Charlotte wanted to leave it, to let him wait, but curiosity defied her. ā€˜Key in drain in workshop. Being arrested. Come get key. Important!ā€™ She read it three times.

Arrested? Her brother wouldnā€™t hurt a fly. What could the police possibly arrest him for? She ran into her bedroom, whipped off her training clothes and changed into jeans and T-shirt. It was warm outside, so she ran downstairs, put on her flip-flops, and headed out the front door.

Richard was a good man. He might be an arsehole to her, but overall his heart was in the right place. If the police had evidence of wrongdoing, it was falsified evidence. On the road, Charlotte headed for the workshop. She thought having the radio on might help calm her nerves; it didnā€™t. She switched it off.

Forty-five minutes later, she pulled up in front of the courtyard where police cars parked in every direction prevented her from getting in. On the way there, the two white transits sat doing nothing. ā€œShit!ā€ There were so many police cars, their lights flashing.

Parking on the opposite side of the road, further up, Charlotte got out of her car and started walking towards the entrance to the courtyard. Before she reached it, two uniformed officers erected a cordon. ā€œOh shit!ā€ She would have to jump the tape or go under it somehow. She had to see Richard.

ā€œIā€™m here to see my brother, Richard Fisher,ā€ she told one uniform, who blocked her way. ā€œLet me pass, please. I need to speak to my brother.ā€

ā€œNot this morning, Iā€™m afraid, maā€™am. Your brotherā€™s under arrest. Heā€™s being taken to a police station any minute now.ā€

She screamed at him, asking him what Richard was under arrest for. ā€œLet me through; you donā€™t know what youā€™re doing. Heā€™s a good man.ā€ The officer stood in her way, moving with her each time she stepped left or right. ā€œGet out of my way! I have to see him.ā€

Eventually she gave up, stepping back, until the uniform walked over to his colleague, talking to her. Spying Richardā€™s hung head in the back of a panda car, she made a run for it, jumping over the cordon, the uniform calling after her.

ā€œDonā€™t let her through!ā€ the uniform shouted to his colleagues.

Charlotte dodged every police officer, managing to stop outside Richardā€™s window. When he saw her, he started shouting something. After a couple of seconds, it sounded like ā€˜get key from drainā€™.

ā€œI know, I got your text. Iā€™ll get it,ā€ she shouted through the glass.

It was only a few seconds until she felt hands on her shoulders dragging her back towards the cordon. Charlotte didnā€™t listen to the officer telling her off; she didnā€™t care. Richard was all she cared about. By the way he sat in the rear, his wrists were cuffed. ā€œIā€™ll get you a good solicitor, Richard. Donā€™t worry, weā€™ll have you out in no time.ā€

ā€œI donā€™t fancy your chances, maā€™am. Not with what heā€™s being charged with.ā€

Behind the cordon once more, she regarded the officer. ā€œWhy do you say that? Whatā€™s he being charged with?ā€ She didnā€™t like his disgusted expression. ā€œWhat?ā€

ā€œDistributing indecent pictures of minors, for one,ā€ the uniform replied.

ā€œAnd thatā€™s just for starters, eh, Sarge?ā€ the female uniform added.

ā€œYeah, one sick puppy, your brother. Iā€™d love to put him down.ā€

No. It couldnā€™t be, not her brother, not her Richard.

ā€œI donā€™t think youā€™ll need to, Sarge. They donā€™t like nonces in prison. The inmates will do it for us.ā€ The female officer gave her daggers, like she was Richard. ā€œHe deserves what heā€™s going to get.ā€

Charlotte thought about the text. ā€˜Key in drain in workshopā€™. Somehow, she had to get into the workshop, find the drain, grab the key, and get out without the police seeing. Vowing to wait for as long as it took to get that key, she turned and walked away from those opinionated, hateful police officers.

Repeating the lapel numbers of the officers to herself, she crossed the road to her car and sat inside, the doors closed. In her mobileā€™s notes app, she typed the numbers of the lapels, telling herself she would report them to the IOPC, or whoever. ā€œJudgemental bastards!ā€

In the rear-view mirror, Charlotte saw a white Peugeot pull up outside the cordon. Turning in her seat, she saw Hayes driving with her partner in the passenger seat. Charlotte still had Hayesā€™ card somewhere.

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Miller got out of the still running car, walked up to the uniforms in front of the cordon and showed them her ID wallet. ā€œWeā€™re here to speak to Richard Fisher.ā€ As she put the wallet away, the uniforms glanced at one another. ā€œWhat? Donā€™t give me weird looks. What is it?ā€

Beside her, Hayes waited for them to speak. ā€œWeā€™re not going to, are we?ā€

ā€œNot unless you outrank the NCA officers dealing with him, no,ā€ the male uniform replied. ā€œTheyā€™ve given us strict instructions not to let anyone inside the cordon.ā€

ā€œLike youā€™re going to stop us.ā€ Miller turned and raised an eyebrow at her partner, grabbed the tape and lifted it. Expecting an argument from the uniforms, she handed it to him. ā€œIf youā€™ve got a problem with this, make a complaint in writing.ā€ The smile she gave was in complete contrast to her actions. ā€œThank you!ā€

Hayes walked by her side. ā€œThanks for doing that; I was about ready to punch him. There he is!ā€ She pointed out a sorry-looking Richard Fisher.

Noticing the suits walking out of the workshop, Miller knew they would have only a short window with which to speak to Fisher. She sped her walk into a run. Arriving at Fisherā€™s window,

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