“It’s not the way it’s supposed to be done!” Campbell said, clenching her fists.

“So, acting like some sort of maniac is your idea of how to properly question a suspect?”Ĭrossing her arms, Blake said, “It worked, didn’t it?” The boy is safe, and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all that matters.” Setting her jaw, Blake growled, “I made him talk, and he told us what we needed to know. Not wanting any of them to hear what she had to say, she leaned her five-foot ten-inch frame in Campbell’s direction. Looking around, she could see that there was still a least a dozen police officers roaming about. Swallowing back her anger, Alex thought twice before saying another word. Partnered with Campbell for only two weeks, it hadn’t taken long for her to realize that her approach to a kidnapping investigation clashed with Campbell’s, but they had both managed to work through their differences…at least, until now. Gritting her teeth at the sound of the endearment, Maggie said, “You threatened his bloody life!”Īlex Blake’s temper began to simmer. With a smirk, Blake replied, “I didn’t break any, darling, I just bent a few.” “Your job? Your job! You’re a police officer, not some sort of fucking vigilante, for Christ’s sake! What you did was inappropriate and unprofessional! Do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?” Taking a step closer, Campbell growled, “What exactly do you call what you just did in there?” Allowing the smoke to slowly exit her nose, she said, “Excuse me?” Without saying a word, she reached into her pocket, pulled out her cigarettes and calmly lit one. Raising an eyebrow, Detective Inspector Alex Blake yanked her arm out of Campbell’s grasp. “What the hell is your problem?” Campbell shouted, glaring up at the woman. Finally catching up to her near the curb, Detective Inspector Maggie Campbell grabbed the other woman’s arm and spun her around. The silence of the night was broken by the sound of her sensible, low-heeled pumps on the walk as she ran after Blake.

Pausing for a moment to breathe in the dampness, when she saw that her long-legged partner was almost to the car, she mumbled to herself, “Oh, no you don’t.” When He called you home, tears fell around the world.Īfter spending the last two hours standing in a cramped, filthy kitchen, as soon as Maggie Campbell exited the dilapidated house on the east side of London, she welcomed the feel of the cool night air on her face. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Ice by Lyn Gardner