In the Line of Duty by Jacqueline MacDonald

She hesitated on the doorstep. Hands sweaty, she wiped them down the sides of her perfectly-pressed trousers. She removed her hat, slotted it under her arm, and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
This was her first one. Two years into the job, her boss had told her she was ready. But can you ever really be ready?
Stomach sinking. A deep breath. She lifted the heavy brass knocker, aiming for gentle beckoning rather than a thud of doom. Behind, in the hall, shuffling then the metallic click of locks. The instant look of concern induced by her uniform.
“Mrs Wilson? I’m afraid I have some bad news.”



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