"Oh dear," exclaimed Annabelle. "Looks like the blow to the head has given this man a concussion."
"Well, what shall we do we do now? Shall I put him out of his misery?" asked Harriet, looking meaningfully at the Heckler & Koch.
"Well, you should," encouraged the reporter Justin Case. "I already told my editor that you murdered a copper, so... umm, would you be so kind?"
"Oh you poor man," Annabelle cradled PC Dibble's head. "Do you remember your name?"
"My name? My name... umm? Where am I anyway? Who are you?"
"Oh dear, this is worse than I thought. Harriet, get the car ready. We can't take PC Dibble to a hospital - there will be a scandal, and Gus will know exactly who we are. I know just the place where PC Dibble can be nursed back to health."
"And where is that?" asked Harriet and Justin simultaneously.
"My friend Carrie Oakey is a nurse, and she lives in Fingringhoe in Essex. That's where we will take PC Dibble. I will drive him. Harriet, you bring the officer's car and bring this man with you," commanded Annabelle, pointing at the reporter. "It's time we go underground, so that...