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moment the front door burst open and Seamus, the partner of Jeff’s brother Lewis, almost fell into the house out of breath.
    ‘Seamus?’ said Jeff. ‘What’s wrong? Where’s Toby and the others?’
    ‘They’re following. Toby is pretty upset’.
    ‘Why? What’s happened?’
    ‘We took the long way back from the park’ Seamus began to explain once he’d got most of his breath back. ‘Through the woods and that’s where we found the body. It’s of a child, Jeff. Toby found it. That’s why he’s so upset’.
    ‘Oh my God’ said Annabel as everyone else gasped and sighed. ‘Poor little Toby’.
    ‘You’d better come with me, Jeff’.
    ‘I’ll come too’ said Rebecca.
    Jeff asked Annabel to look after things at the house and told her he’d call when he knew anything whilst Rebecca called the incident in and asked control to send a team to the woods. Then the two of them went with Seamus and once they were a little way down the street, Seamus turned to Jeff and said ‘I didn’t like to say in there with all the folks listening and all, Jeff, especially Lucy’.
    ‘Why? What’s Lucy got to with this?’
    ‘The body we found … well its Bradley, Jeff. It’s Lucy’s son Bradley’.       
    TWO
    Martha Langton had been born into a family that was steeped in the tradition of the old Labour party. Her father had been part of the leadership of the TUC right through the combative years of the eighties when the party had imploded around the debate between traditionalists and modernizers and her mother had, like many of the traditional Labour women, stayed at home and brought up the family. Martha and her brother Andrew had not been able to escape the atmosphere at home where it wasn’t unusual to share the dinner table with the leading Labour figures of the day. Andrew had since been able to make a kind of escape although not entirely. He’d married his American girlfriend Beth and gone to live with her in Illinois where her father was a senator for the Democratic party and Beth was being lined up to take over from him when he retires next year. Andrew was a college professor who looked after the house and their two children whilst Beth built her political career. Martha was so proud of him. He’d always been the best and she missed him being all the way over there.
    After Martha graduated from university it was inevitable that she’d go to work for the Labour party and after holding several posts at the party’s London head office, her effortless rises through the ranks were crowned when the hierarchy slipped her into the safe seat of Manchester City, covering the immediate areas around and including the city centre, at the 2001 general election. Now she was shadow Home secretary, a senior party figure and being tipped as a future party leader. The only trouble with that was that her husband Nick who was also in the shadow cabinet was also being tipped for the top job.   Martha’s father often locked horns with her and Nick over the current direction of the party which he thought was way too modern and too far away from the traditional heart and soul of the Labour movement. They didn’t have the same trouble with Nick’s parents. They liked the way Labour was these days. They were lifelong Conservatives.
    ‘We’ll need to be putting out another statement on the spread of the Ebola virus now that two cases have been confirmed in Germany and another one in Canada’ said Ashley Smith, Martha’s Westminster office manager and sitting in front of her desk. He was twenty-six, fresh faced, cute, sexy even, living it up with his Brazilian girlfriend in a flat they shared in Clapham. He was also bloody good at his job and Martha couldn’t manage without him. ‘I do find it … well more than a little bit distasteful that it’s only when Europeans and Americans started to be affected by this crisis that the international community got into gear about trying to do something about it. It’s