Lace rolled off the bed and tentatively placed her feet on the floor, but there was no shock to be found underfoot because the new underfloor heating had done its job and the carpet felt toasty warm. She took a long shower, longer than usual, dressed at her leisure, and then decided on muesli instead of some sugar-filled pop snap hexagonal-shaped cereal. After breakfast, she dressed in her usual police-friendly outfit, complete with a MACE canister, ASP extendable baton, nylon handcuffs, and a whiff of ‘Don’t f**k With Me’ dabbed just behind the ear.
Lace was dressed and ready for action and her hand was raised to grasp the latch on her door when her mobile phone started to ring. Her arm dropped like a 10th Dan karate champion and with the other, she reached inside her leather jacket and
