Private London

Chapter 23

DI Kirsty Webb ran out of the room.

She was moved to the side and had to look through the window of the intensive-care room as the crash team went in.

The bed was disconnected from most of the monitoring equipment, turning it into a mobile gurney, and was wheeled out of the room.

Kirsty Webb looked at the unconscious woman who was in the bed. Half of her long dark hair had been shaved away and there was a thick padded bandage on the back of her skull.

Kirsty drew a sharp breath as the team hurried the woman towards theatre.

‘Shit!’ she said, not realising that she was speaking aloud.

‘What is it?’ the sergeant asked.

‘That girl…’

‘Boss?’

‘She’s not Chloe Wilson,’ she said simply and pulled out her mobile phone.