WPC

[Mr. Peaky Blinder]

Hamish MacBeth 'Death of Yesterday'

After he had eaten, he typed up his report. Heather should be secure enough. A policewoman was sitting guard in her hospital room.

Heather recovered consciousness at four in the morning. Slowly, memory came back and with it all the fear and rage of a trapped animal. She twisted her head. A tall policewoman was asleep on a chair beside the bed. Heather raised her good arm. They had not thought it necessary to padlock her with a guard in the room. She tore out the morphine drip and slowly eased herself out of bed, rage giving her superhuman strength. She picked up a bedpan and brought it down on the policewoman’s head. Heather worked quickly, getting the policewoman out of her uniform. She knew she would have to be fast before the numbing effect of the drugs wore off. The bandages on her face would have to go. Panting, she took them off. She put on the policewoman’s clothes and crammed the police hat down on her head. She put the belt round her, detaching the stun gun and holding it ready.