Personal Bodyguard
I sat on the cold, hard bench watching the hordes of police officers walk past me, paying not attention to the exhausted woman in front of them. I ran my hands through my hair, and tried to rub the sleep from my eyes. I’d been sat here for hours, waiting for someone to take my statement. ‘Sam?’ a soft Scottish voice called my name, and I looked up into a pair of chocolate brown eyes, and a gentle smile. ‘Follow me.’ The voice said, and I was led into a nearby interview room. ‘I’m Detective...