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specs.’
    ‘If it’s not an attempted burglary then what?’ Janine said.
    ‘Gang members, novices or younger brothers upping the stakes to make an impression, it’s a cold-blooded hit and Halliwell’s a random choice,’ said Richard.
    ‘He was in the wrong place at the wrong time?’ Janine said. ‘I still find it hard to see Halliwell as a gang target. The surgery’s off the beaten track, if they were out to shoot someone why go there to do it?’
    No one came up with any answers on that so Janine said, ‘Other angles?’
    ‘Can we rule out the family?’ Richard said.
    ‘There’s no kids, just the wife,’ Lisa said.
    ‘Anything to suggest her involvement?’ Janine said. ‘Lisa, Shap, you broke the news?’
    ‘She seemed genuinely upset.’ Lisa said, ‘She thought we were there about the damage to the car. She went into shock when she heard.’
    ‘She could have been practising in front of the mirror,’ Shap said.
    ‘Shap,’ Janine said, ‘it’s your faith in human nature gets me every time. OK, no concerns around the wife – but let’s be thorough, Lisa check out that her earlier pupils did have their lessons as she said.’
    Janine looked at the boards. ‘Butchers, what have we got on patients so far?’
    Butchers held up a DVD. ‘Marcie Young’s inquest. Janine nodded for him to play it and the team looked to the large screen up to the left of the incident boards. Butchers played the section where Adele Young gave her reaction to the reporters outside the court. ‘Nothing will bring Marcie back but that doesn’t mean I do nothing. It doesn’t stop here,’ she said firmly. She looked to be mixed race like her daughter, Janine thought. A black man behind her, a family member presumably – Marcie’s father, Janine wondered – pushed forward. ‘This isn’t justice, this is a mockery.’ He stabbed his fingers in the air. But Adele Young stopped him, ‘Wait!’ She turned back to the press. ‘We’ll get an independent review for Marcie and if that doesn’t work we’ll go to the ombudsman. These professionals need to start listening to us, to the families. And we need to stand up for ourselves and for the ones that are vulnerable, like Marcie, because no-one listens to them.’
    ‘Good speech,’ Janine said.
    ‘She’s got an axe to grind,’ Richard said.
    ‘Yeah, but she’s going through the official channels. It’ll be a fair few years before she’s exhausted all the options. At that stage, maybe she’ll think about taking it into her own hands.’
    ‘Now someone’s beaten her to it,’ Shap said, ‘maybe someone else who thought the official route was a waste of time.’
    ‘Another disgruntled patient? Could be,’ Janine said. ‘Butchers you’re talking to everyone who had an appointment with Halliwell on Tuesday. Use Shap if you need extra legs. And keep your ears open at the surgery.’

Chapter 17
    The methadone replacement programme had a mixed press, Adele knew that. Some people hailed it as a proven route to breaking addiction, others pointed to a number of pitfalls, the addicts who sold the methadone to buy heroin, the problem of withdrawal from the methadone itself.
    It was a chance, Adele thought, and Marcie responded better than she had imagined. It was still difficult to accept her daughter was taking the drug. Marcie usually did so in private in her bedroom, the dosage carefully set to give her just enough relief from the craving for heroin. Methadone mimicked the effects too, the rush, the slump of energy, nodding off. It was important to support her in altering her lifestyle and routine, to avoid other drug users, stay clear of the lifestyle, the locations of that world, the GP had explained.
    Adele did all she could to encourage her. It would have helped if Marcie had been allowed back to school but she’d been excluded, no one wanted a junkie in the classroom. Or if she could have worked, that would’ve helped with her confidence but at almost