Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six. Cal.
Cal’s Point of View.
I am almost frantic as I all but run into the police station. Karen, the PCSO on reception looks up at me, her bright pink lipstick slightly smudged at the edges, and cake crumbs on her top. Normally I would chuckle at that sight, knowing she had probably pinched some of Josie’s cakes, but not today. Today I have one thing only on my mind, and that is Mabel, and her safety.
Fucking hell, is this how my family feel when I go into a burning building? I guess it i., However, that little taste of reality will not now, nor ever will stop me from doing the job I love.
“Cal,” Karen states, and by the look on her face, she already knows what I am going to ask, and probably will not be allowed to give me the information. I am
