Spark of Life

By Sara Kay

Nick is a dedicated cop.
He’s not what he appears to be.
Having lived a lifetime of lies and deception, he is given a choice.
A chance to make his lies and deception count for something more.
He has found the place, his place, where he is supposed to be.

Nick’s new role is to protect a child. In doing so, he can protect her mother too.
Lola thinks her child is a miracle. She may be right; a guardian angel has been sent to protect them both.

• Language: English
• Publisher: FlintPR
• Release date: Apr 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370781089

Sara Kay

Sara Kay When she was a child, Sara dreamt of being an author. At the age of 13 she won a National poetry competition and the dream almost became a reality.(Or on reflection, it could have been a publishing con...who knows?) Alas, life got in the way, as did exams, university, marriage and some cats. Now she feels back on track. With a lifetime love of science fiction and fantasy, it is time to put that imagination to work. Full steam ahead! As well as reading and writing fiction, Sara uses her lifetime experience of working with children from disadvantaged backgrounds in Education and as a therapeutic foster carer to children with SEN and attachment disorders, to write useful guides for parents and friends. Giving the advice they ask for over the phone, but in kindle format!

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Spark of Life

Book 1 The Lightning Child

Sara Kay

Spark of Life Copyright © 2017 by Sara Kay.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Contents

Copyright Information

Part One

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Part Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Part Three

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Part Four

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Part Five

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

About the Author

Connect with Sara Kay

Part One

In the beginning…

Chapter One - Nick

Nick picked up the pistol, it was not a model he recognised. He soon worked out the clip release, the magazine fell into his hand. Gun may be unfamiliar but the 9mm bullets were standard. He fished the empty clip from his pocket and began transferring the bullets from one clip to the other. He was scrunched down behind the garbage bins and some sort of cage for cardboard. He had dragged this man here. Unfortunately, he had found Nick approaching the building, after he had scaled the fencing.

Nick had tasered him during the short struggle. Nick was not surprised to discover the man was wearing a combat vest under his sports jacket. Coupled with the 9mm he had been carrying, clearly Nick was on the right track. He had been right to follow his instincts and come here tonight for a better look. This was not what was expected. This was supposed to be a new dealer gang in town, setting up to muscle in on the local narcotics business. That was what Nick’s narcotics lead detective had said the intel was saying. This was bigger. Maybe the first signs of organized crime taking an interest in the area.

The two new extensions at the airport with its business park had brought some much needed prosperity to the locality. Austerity had bloomed after the docks had lost traffic and made mass layoffs a couple of years ago. The new work had given the locals more cash to spend and shifted retail units in land. Consequently, the dockland area he was now in was becoming derelict and usually was deserted.

Movement. Someone was walking nearer, trying to be silent. They were not very good, a shadow of a man holding a gun, cast out from the corner of the building. Nick placed a new cartridge in the taser.

Nick did not know how all of this linked together. The attempted abduction of the two teenagers from earlier, with no criminal connections that could be ascertained. How was that connected to this alleged gangs’ activities or what they had to do with this place down here at this abandoned dock unit? It had been a rollercoaster of a shift so far: the shootout with the three men, the satnav address pointing to here, from a well-used van. Nick couldn’t wait until the lab techs got their hands on it.

When the shadow man stepped out, Nick tasered him. Jerking, he fell to the ground with a groan. He had dropped his gun, Nick scooped it up. Same model. Definitely not a punk street gang...

He popped the clip and pocketed it. He had no more empty clips for his own gun. He would have to empty and fill like he just had. However, at that point he would be in it bad, he had a lot of clips, full ones. But taking the clip was wise, just to keep them out of the gang or whosoever’s hands, so they did not use the bullets on him.

Deciding he had waited enough, Nick readied himself to move. Had there been more than two patrollers, he would have encountered another one by now. He zip-tied the hands and legs of the two he had incapacitated. He had left his tape in the car so would have to hope they stayed unconscious or started shouting after it had hit the fan…which judging by what had happened so far today was becoming ever more likely.

The men in the van had bungled the kidnap job, letting one of the girls kick open the van doors at the traffic lights. A cab driver had seen the bound girls and called the police. Nick had been in the undercover observation spot set up over the road from the gang frequented bar. He’d been photographing members of this new gang when he heard the radio call for officers in the area to respond.

He was right there, at the scene. The traffic lights were at the back of this building he was in. He had run to the back of the unit; his car was parked out back. As it happened he did not need it. The taxi that had phoned the police was speeding away, smoke and steam blowing over the car roof from the front.

The suspect van was stopped, damage to the wheel on this side said it would not be going anywhere soon. The taxi had rammed it, driver was probably a parent himself…or just a local hero. One man was out of the van, gun in hand firing at the speeding away taxi, the rear window was busted so at least one bullet had found its mark.

Nick had slid and skidded down the embankment to the road, closing the distance to the van fast. At the roadside, he had nimbly slipped between two parked cars. As a marked police car screeched to a halt, both