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‘I’ve been thinking a lot about you since last night, Ross,’ she said a little hesitantly. ‘About us.’
‘There can’t be any “us” any more. I told you that,’ Ross said wearily. Ending their relationship had been even harder than he’d thought it would be last night. He didn’t have the strength to do it again. He closed his eyes. ‘It’s over.’
‘Not as far as I’m concerned,’ Wendy said quietly. She blinked hard, determined not to cry, as her fingers moved gently over his. ‘I love you, Ross. Nothing can change that.’
CITY SEARCH AND RESCUE
Life and love are on the line…
The Team
Dedicated professionals—
doctors, nurses, paramedics, police and firefighters—
trained to save lives in urban disasters.
The Dangers
A crowded building collapses, and in the aftermath of
the disaster the team must save innocent lives—
at the risk of their own…
The Romance
Passions run high as the dramas unfold—
and life and love are on the line!
DOCTOR AT RISK
is the heart-pounding conclusion
to Alison Roberts’s
CITY SEARCH AND RESCUE trilogy.
Recent titles by the same author:
THE NURSE’S RESCUE
(City Search and Rescue Book 2—
Joe and Jessica’s story)
CONSULTANT IN CRISIS
(City Search and Rescue Book 1—
Kelly and Fletch’s story)
THE SURGEON’S CHILD
SURGEON ON CALL
Doctor at Risk
Alison Roberts
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
HE COULD smell the danger.
Mountain rescues could be dangerous enough but they never smelt like this. Of thick dust and heat. Of unwashed and exhausted people. He could smell the sudden fear that kicked in when their hazardous environment reminded them of precisely where they were. Sometimes he could smell the incongruous aroma of foodstuffs or perfume. And sometimes he could smell blood and the dreadful stench of death.
Dr Ross Turnball would have picked a mountain rescue in preference any time. Clean, cold air or the relatively safe smell of wood smoke. The scent of the carpet of decomposing vegetation that might be released by the tread of heavy boots or the far less pleasant aroma of a long-dead possum. He would be hearing the moan of a southerly storm brewing or the rattle of scree dislodged by a careless step to go cascading down a barren slope. Or perhaps he would be listening to the welcome chop of helicopter rotors as back-up arrived.
He wouldn’t be listening to the alien sound of people trying to communicate through dust masks against an almost constant background of crackling radio transmissions, the staccato intrusion of pneumatic tools or the dull roar of heavy machinery shifting rubble. He wouldn’t see the kind of bewildered fear and pain on the faces of the victims they found either. These people hadn’t chosen to enter an environment with inherent risks. They had had no protective clothing and absolutely no warning of imminent disaster.
Yes, he would have picked a mountain rescue in preference but there was no way he would choose to be anywhere else at this point in time. These people needed him and Ross knew he was precisely where he was supposed to be.
Not that any of them had anticipated being in a situation like this so soon. Or of ever being in a situation of this magnitude. At 15.38 hours yesterday, on a sunny Friday afternoon, a massive explosion had occurred in
