Free Snatched From Home: What Would You Do To Save Your Children? (DI Harry Evans Book 1) by Graham Smith

top-class interviewer who can break people quicker than the Gestapo.’ What he didn’t add was that Evans had also told him Lauren was a nymphomaniac who kept a string of lovers.
    ‘She’s not competition for me, is she?’ Sarah was only half joking. A previous boyfriend’s serial infidelity had shattered her ability to trust. Campbell had proved himself time and time again, but doubts were never far from her mind.
    ‘Of course not. You’re the only woman I’m interested in.’ Campbell was lying though.
    Recalling Evans’s earlier description of a Penrith DI, Campbell almost told his wife that Lauren Philips had a face like a gargoyle licking piss off a nettle, but he managed to stop before telling the lie.
    ‘Glad to hear it.’ A smile caressed her lips. ‘Although I did have another woman knocking at my door asking for your services.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Rachel. She was round to ask a favour of you.’
    Campbell sighed wondering what Rachel wanted. Her boyfriend had been killed by a roadside bomb in Helmand two years ago. Grief had made Rachel pile on the pounds as she sought comfort in junk food. Left alone with a young son and no family members nearby, Rachel had leaned on him and Sarah since they’d moved into their home. There had been a constant request for favours and help. A blocked drain, a sticking door and advice on her car were just some of the worries she’d come calling with.
    Being full of sympathy for his neighbour and her situation, he’d been happy to help whenever he could. However, the last couple of times he’d done a favour, he’d noticed her giving him the glad-eye. Reluctant to tell Sarah of Rachel’s flirting lest she upset herself about something that would never happen, he’d resolved to scale down the speed of his responses in the hope she’d find someone else to be the man about her house.
    ‘What’s she want done this time?’
    ‘John.’ From Sarah’s lips his name became an admonishment. ‘Don’t be like that. She called round to ask if you could teach Kyle to ride the bike she got him for his birthday.’
    Campbell saw the opportunity to practice his parenting skills as well as score a barrow-load of brownie points with Sarah. Kyle was a good kid who lacked a male influence in his life. Teaching him to ride a bike would be a fun task for them both.
    ‘Tell her I’ll be happy to teach him.’
    Sarah patted her pregnant stomach. ‘Good. Now if you have anything about you, you’ll take me upstairs and give me a right gentle seeing to. That may just get Junior here to make an appearance. If that doesn’t work then you can take me for an Indian tomorrow. I know he’s not due until next week, but I don’t know if I can wait that long to meet him.’
    ‘I say we give the sex another week.’
    Sarah laughed as she took her husband’s hand.

Chapter 13
     
    Emerging from her fourth shower of the day, Samantha attempted to dry her body but the sodden towel was worse than useless. Her skin glowed bright crimson where she had repeatedly scrubbed herself with the rough flannel.
    The captor wearing the Tony Blair mask had made her dress up in a sex costume and parade about while he’d filmed her. Try as she might, she couldn’t cleanse the revulsion from her body. His every look a perverted caress. Her skin crawled and twitched. She knew that before long, she’d be back in the shower.
    Kyle had been terrified when she’d been taken out of the room for a second time. He’d tried to fight the men off, but Blair had given him a firm push that landed him on the mattress. She’d had to cuddle him for an age upon her return.
    Wrestling a still damp body into her clothes, she attempted once again to erase the memory of his eyes looking down the top of her costume or up the skirt. He’d made a point of having her bend over so she was at her most exposed. One more than one occasion he’d had her hold a pose while he’d zoomed in.
    ‘What’s wrong, Sam? Why do you keep