Mike Dixon

„Have you read those newspaper reports on Tim Price and
Dave Paget?‟
Samantha nodded.
„Those boys were set up!‟ Janet spat out the words. „I
don‟t believe what that prick O‟Neill said. And I don‟t believe
what bloody Harald said either … David‟s not violent.‟
Samantha fumbled for her car keys. She knew where
they were but was in no hurry to find them. She needed
time to think. After a few moments she spoke. „One of our
trainees went to school with David. He described him as
mild-mannered and honest.‟
Janet rose to the bait.
„You mean he doesn‟t believe any of it?‟
„He doubted that David was involved in drugs.‟
„I want to find out what happened.‟ Janet clenched her
fists. „Some bastard used those boys – and I‟m going to
track him down.‟
Samantha unlocked her car and was about to get in when
Janet produced a photograph. „I want to know who this bas-
tard is. I‟ve seen his ugly mug on one of the files. If I had
access to them, I‟d have him in no time but I don‟t. Cecil
Sparrow got rid of me. He knew I was finding out too much.‟
Samantha examined the photograph.
„It‟s not just that I want to find out how Tim died.‟ Janet
continued to pour out venom. „There‟s Dave out there.
There‟s a manhunt going on for him. He‟s a good kid. We
need to clear his name. This bastard‟s got something to do
with it – and so has Rodney O‟Neill.‟
Warning bells rang in Samantha‟s ears. Being too close to
Janet Pulnitz was dangerous. But Janet was a friend and she
felt committed to her. With growing unease she slipped the
photograph into her bag.
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