Good Reading : March 2011
48 goodreading ı MARCH 2011 extract The phone rang and Carly grabbed it up. 'Martens, The Rocks.' 'Call to a woman screaming, possible domestic, at 11 Iredale Street in Potts Point,' Control said. Carly scribbled down the address and looked out the muster room window, past the parked ambulances, at the empty plant room doorway. 'Has Aidan called in sick?' 'Nope.' Little shit. 'It's four past,' Control said. She knew. 'Put me down as single and him as absent.' 'O-kay,' Control said. She read a whole world in his tone. 'You know what he's like.' 'Further info on the case,' Control continued blandly. 'The cross street is Viscount Road.' Just then Aidan sauntered into the plant room, hands in pockets and sunglasses on his stupid face though the sun had almost set. Carly broke the pencil lead on the street name. 'Cancel that absent.' 'O-kay,' Control said. Carly hung up and yanked open the muster room door. 'You're late. We've got a job. Get in.' Aidan took off his sunnies. 'Gotta grab my workbag.' 'No time.' She got into the ambulance and fired up the engine then saw him go into the locker room. Her scalp tightening, she whooped the siren and blew the hor n but he still took almost a minute to emerge with his bag over his shoulder. She punched the button to drop his window. 'Could you take any longer?' He climbed in and put his bag on the floor. 'What've we got?' 'Woman screaming, possible domestic.' She drove out of the station and jabbed at the remote to shut the doors, then hit the lights and siren. 'It'll turn out to be nothing,' he said. 'Woman'll say she's fine. They always do.' The blood thundered in her veins. 'That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard.' 'I've seen it before and I'll see it again.' She looked across at him, his pretty- boy face, his oh-so-cool slouch. 'You'd better get your shit together. We start at six, not six-oh-five.' 'It's the trains.' 'Catch an earlier one.' 'I was at a job.' 'Time to work out which job you want.' 'Like you with your auditions?' She jerked the wheel to avoid a braking driver. 'You're fulltime here and a trainee to boot.You should be using your free time to study, not prance about on catwalks.' 'That's not the kind I do.' 'Mick and I have to write reports on your progress and punctuality gets noted.' 'I've met trainees who did worse stuff and got through.' Carly thumped the horn to change the wailing siren to yelp. 'Don't you want to be good at the job?' 'Hey, just because I don't cry doesn't mean I don't care.' 'That was a SIDS,' she said. 'And I'm not talking about crying. Anyone can see you don't give a shit.' He tur ned the rear-view towards himself and touched his hair. 'Think what you like.' 'What I think goes in the report.' 'I'll be fine.' Carly wrenched the mirror back.The by Katherine Howell violent exposure BOOKBITE Former ambulance officer KatHerINe HOWeLL has written four novels featuring Detective Ella Marconi. Her latest, Violent exposure, tells the story of Suzanne Crawford, found stabbed to death as her husband, Connor, goes missing. It looks like a routine case of domestic violence. But as the investigation continues it becomes clear that things are not what they seem. Why is there no record of Connor Crawford beyond a few years ago? Why has a teenager who worked for the pair also gone missing? And above all, what was the secret Suzanne knew Connor was keeping at all costs?