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'Peter.'
'Mm?'
'How are you doing?'
'Steph?' He tried to rise and felt a searing pain in his chest.
'Stay still, love. Don't fight it.'
'Fight what?'
'You can relax. The job's done. You're a brave man.'
'Is it really you, Steph?'
No answer.
'Am I dead?'
'Not dead. You'll survive this time, lucky you.'
'Love you, too.'
'You, too . . . You, too . . . You, too . . .'
She was fading and another voice, not Steph's, was saying, 'He's coming round, I think.'
He succeeded in opening his eyes and was conscious of someone above him. Devastated, he saw she was not Steph, but a much younger woman in nurse's uniform. He asked, 'Where did she go?'
'Who do you mean?'
'Steph was here.'
'You must have heard Sister speaking.'
'Her sister went back to Liverpool. Where am I?'
'Kingston Hospital. Listen, you're a little woozy from the injection, and you will be for some time to come, but you're going to be all right, as Sister was trying to tell you.'
'Hospital?'
'You were shot in the shoulder. Don't try to move it. The back of your head hit the ground hard, but there doesn't seem to be any damage to the skull. You've got visitors, by the way.'
'Steph?'
'Who's this Steph you keep on about?' She spoke to someone else. 'He's still bosky, poor bloke. Maybe it's better if he rests for a while.'
When he came round again, he was clearer in the head, and sadder. The visitors were seated by the bed. They were a youngish man whose face he couldn't put a name to, and another he'd never seen in his life.
'Bowers. Billy Bowers,' the first man said when it was obvious Diamond was at a loss.' Woking CID, investigating the death of Patricia Weather. Remember?'
'Now I do.'
'And this is Sergeant Sims. He was on the search party, but I don't think you met him that day. How are you feeling?'
'Sore.'
'Clear-headed?'
'Better than I was. I expect you want to know who shot me.'
'Dave Weather. He's in custody.'
He flexed and gave himself a stab of pain. 'You nicked him? Brilliant!'
'Thanks to the tip-off we got from your friend DI Hargreaves.'
He was talking about Julie. What did Julie know about it? With an effort, Diamond recollected his last conversation with her. He'd told her on the phone he was going after Stormy.
'Pity we didn't collar him before he shot you. If only you'd told us—'
'If I'd told you, I wouldn't have been allowed within a mile of him.'
'You've got a point there,' Bowers admitted with a grin. 'We had the tactical firearms unit waiting outside the house. When the shot was fired in the pub car park, they got round fast. Those motor homes aren't built for easy getaways.'
'Was there a shoot-out?'
'No, they gave themselves up. We'll release the woman without charge later on, but Weather won't be joining her. He thinks we know the lot, and of course we don't - yet. What I need is your account of what happened.'
Later in the day, he was seen by a doctor who told him the bullet had ripped through the deltoid muscle and pierced the scapula. There was some splintering of the bone and he would be kept overnight for some more 'hoovering' under anaesthetic. Apart from the scar, there would be no permanent damage.
