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Case One

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VICTIM: TEENAGE FEMALE, 14 YEARS OLD.
UNCONSCIOUS.
HEAD INJURY.
LACERATION TO ARM.
STRUCK BY LORRY.

Why was Ashleigh Jarvis running so fast that she didn't see the lorry? Why was she so scared? And,
why
was she barefoot on a cold winter's evening?

It's Holly Blades' first case and she wants to know the truth. But how much is she willing to risk to get at the
real
facts…?

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“With well-developed characters and a shocking twist at its climax,
Case One
will leave teens breathless for the next book.”

“fast-paced, unpredictable and enjoyable from beginning to end”

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“I cannot wait to sink my teeth into the next one after having devoured this gutsy, electric, hypnotic book. Lovers of teen crime will find their new obsession.”

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CHRIS OULD has written more than eighty hours of television drama, including episodes of
Casualty
and over forty hours of the hugely-successful UK police drama
The Bill
, winning a BAFTA for one episode. Chris lives in Dorset with his wife and son. This is his debut YA novel.

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CONTENTS

About
Street Duty

About the author

Contents

Author's note

Glossary

Police ranks

Home office press release

FRIDAY

Friday: Chapter 1

Friday: Chapter 2

Friday: Chapter 3

Friday: Chapter 4

Friday: Chapter 5

Friday: Chapter 6

Friday: Chapter 7

Friday: Chapter 8

Friday: Chapter 9

Friday: Chapter 10

Friday: Chapter 11

Friday: Chapter 12

Friday: Chapter 13

Friday: Chapter 14

Friday: Chapter 15

SATURDAY

Saturday: Chapter 1

Saturday: Chapter 2

Saturday: Chapter 3

Saturday: Chapter 4

Saturday: Chapter 5

Saturday: Chapter 6

Saturday: Chapter 7

Saturday: Chapter 8

Saturday: Chapter 9

Saturday: Chapter 10

Saturday: Chapter 11

Saturday: Chapter 12

Saturday: Chapter 13

Saturday: Chapter 14

Saturday: Chapter 15

Saturday: Chapter 16

Saturday: Chapter 17

Saturday: Chapter 18

Saturday: Chapter 19

Saturday: Chapter 20

Saturday: Chapter 21

Saturday: Chapter 22

Saturday: Chapter 23

Saturday: Chapter 24

Saturday: Chapter 25

Saturday: Chapter 26

SUNDAY

Sunday: Chapter 1

Sunday: Chapter 2

Sunday: Chapter 3

Sunday: Chapter 4

Sunday: Chapter 5

Sunday: Chapter 6

Sunday: Chapter 7

Sunday: Chapter 8

Sunday: Chapter 9

Sunday: Chapter 10

Sunday: Chapter 11

Sunday: Chapter 12

Sunday: Chapter 13

Sunday: Chapter 14

Sunday: Chapter 15

Sunday: Chapter 16

Sunday: Chapter 17

Sunday: Chapter 18

Sunday: Chapter 19

Sunday: Chapter 20

Sunday: Chapter 21

Sunday: Chapter 22

Sunday: Chapter 23

Sunday: Chapter 24

Sunday: Chapter 25

Sunday: Chapter 26

Sunday: Chapter 27

Sunday: Chapter 28

Sunday: Chapter 29

Sunday: Chapter 30

Sunday: Chapter 31

Sunday: Chapter 32

Sunday: Chapter 33

Sunday: Chapter 34

Sunday: Chapter 35

Sunday: Chapter 36

LATER

Acknowledgements

Sneak preview of
The Killing Street

Introducing Chris Ould

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

The characters and events in this novel are fictitious. However, the law and police procedures – with the exception of the TPO training scheme – have been kept as close to reality as possible.

GLOSSARY

a body: a person or officer

a brief: a solicitor

CCTV: closed-circuit television

CID: Criminal Investigation Department

civvies: civilians – members of the public. Also, civilian clothing

CPS: Crown Prosecution Service

CSE: Crime Scene Examiner

DC: Detective Constable (plain clothes)

Delta Mike: call sign for all officers and vehicles attached to Morningstar Road station

Delta Mike Five: call sign for IRV

DI: Detective Inspector

DS: Detective Sergeant

FME: Forensic Medical Examiner

FSS: Forensic Science Services

IBO: Integrated Borough Operations

IC1: white person

IC3: African/Afro-Caribbean person

index (number): car registration number

intel: intelligence information

IRV: Instant Response Vehicle

ITU: Intensive Therapy Unit

NFA: No Further Action to be taken or required

OR: Own Recognisance – independent working

PC: Police Constable (“uniform”)

PM: paramedic

PR: Personal Radio

refs: refreshments – a meal break

reg: a regular officer, i.e. a fully trained, full-time PC or above

RTC: Road Traffic Collision

Section House: residential accommodation for police officers

TPO: Trainee Police Officer

turn: a shift, e.g. early turn, late turn

POLICE RANKS
(IN ASCENDING ORDER)

Uniform

Trainee Police Officer

Police Constable

Sergeant

Inspector

Chief Inspector

CID

Detective Constable

Detective Sergeant

Detective Inspector

Detective Chief Inspector

HOME OFFICE PRESS RELEASE:

“The Trainee Police Officer programme is a pilot scheme which will enable the Police Service to enrol and train new recruits from the age of sixteen. Training will last two years, combining Academy study with Street Duty placement at selected operational stations.

On completion of the initial two-year training course, Trainee Police Officers will serve an additional year as Probationer PCs before joining their selected station as regular officers.

We anticipate that the TPO programme will enable the Police Service to more actively engage with younger elements of the community, as well as provide a fast-track entry to the Service for recruits demonstrating outstanding ability.

The TPO programme will be conducted on a trial basis in England and Wales and applicants will be chosen by selective interview. It is anticipated that the first intake of TPOs will number fifty, divided between three areas of the country: the South-west, North-east and the Midlands.”

ENDS

FRIDAY

1

In the evening darkness it was hard to tell that Ashleigh Jarvis was crying as she hurried blindly across the uneven paving stones of the precinct. Her long dark hair straggled across her face and hid the tears. The racking sobs that welled up from her chest came silently, hard and choking.

But even if you couldn't tell that she was crying, you might have thought there was something odd about the way she moved. She hugged her arms tightly round her body, making her movements clumsy and off balance; but if you'd looked you'd probably have thought that it was just because she was cold. There was a chilly wind and her thin polyester cardigan clearly wasn't enough to retain any heat.

So, if you'd noticed Ashleigh Jarvis at all, you'd probably have seen just another silly fourteen year old who'd gone out without a coat – just trying to keep warm as she hurried to her destination. No one could really have known she was crying, or that she was hugging herself because it was the only way she knew to keep herself from collapsing in broken pieces on the ground.

No one did look at Ashleigh though – not closely; not with anything more than a passing glance. So no one stopped her to ask if she was okay. No one registered the fact that she was leaving bare footprints whenever she trod on dry flagstones after wet ones, and no one thought she wouldn't pause when she reached the kerb at the side of the road. In fact, no one really noticed her at all – not until they heard the skidding of tyres on tarmac and the surprisingly loud thud that came almost simultaneously.

No one saw the impact, not even Ashleigh Jarvis. She knew nothing about it. The driver of the lorry saw her stumble into the road, but with only two or three metres between them she was immediately lost from sight below the level of his windscreen, and by then it was too late.

Even by standing on the brakes the driver was unable to stop the truck for another twenty metres, and by that time Ashleigh Jarvis was lying bleeding and unconscious in the gutter behind him.

She was no longer hugging herself though, and perhaps that's why she looked as if she had finally fallen apart.

On the other side of the Cadogan Estate Charlie Atkins had his fleece zipped right up to the neck so that it covered his collar and tie. There was nothing he could do to hide the suit trousers and polished shoes below the fleece though; and nothing he could ever say to convince his father that choir practice didn't need Sunday-best clothes. All he could hope was that the darkness would hide what he was wearing if he passed any of the Kaddy Boys on the ten-minute walk to the church.

As yet he hadn't seen anyone, so perhaps this time it would be okay. But even though he was off the estate, he was still alert – so when he heard the sudden thud and the crack of the shop window fracturing beside him he jumped and instinctively stepped sideways, away.

Even as he did so there was another dull thud, and when Charlie looked he could see that both impacts had been caused by a figure in a hoodie wielding a heavy ball-peen hammer inside the shop. The glass was starred in two places, with longer cracks radiating out from these points, but the window's refusal to shatter was clearly annoying the person on the other side of the glass because he was already bringing the hammer back for a third blow.

This time he put so much effort into the swing that his hood slipped back on his head and, a split second before the glass fractured again, Charlie saw the face of Tyler Smith, contorted with effort and concentration.

Wide-eyed, Charlie was transfixed by the weirdness of the scene. As he stared he became aware of other figures inside the minimart – at least two – and of a general noise of breaking and shouting coming from the open door. For a second he wondered if it was a robbery, but if it was, why was Tyler Smith trying to break the window from the
inside
?

Charlie was still trying to make sense of all this when he realised that Tyler's gaze was now locked on him through the crazed glass. The older boy was mouthing something unintelligible, but for Charlie the threatening gesture of his fist was clear enough – he didn't want to be standing there when Tyler Smith came out of the shop. Quickly, Charlie swung away from the window and started to run.

Two or three minutes later, breathless and heart pounding, he vaulted up the church steps two at a time and fumbled in through the door as the organ swelled and voices rose in a few bars of “Everything I Need”.

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