Académique Documents
Professionnel Documents
Culture Documents
All events in this book are real, but some names, appearances, dates and locations
have been changed.
UNDER SIEGE
© Belinda Neil 2014
Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilisation of this work in whole
or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or
hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any
information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the permission of the
publisher.
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or
otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior
consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it
is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed
on the subsequent purchaser.
All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any
form.
Published by
Harlequin Mira
An imprint of Harlequin Enterprises (Australia) Pty Ltd.
Level 4, 132 Arthur Street
NORTH SYDNEY NSW 2060
AUSTRALIA
I was on the edge. I could see no way out. I couldn’t cope with
work or my role as mother of two beautiful young children.
I wanted relief. I had spent ten years as a police negotiator
speaking to people at their lowest point, convincing them not
to end their lives and now I had reached the brink: my career
in the police force was over, my marriage was about to end. I
was negotiating with myself to save myself.
I needed to bring myself back from the precipice. I knew I
needed help.
How, I wondered, had it come to this?
CHAPTER
1
Early years
at the wall and leapt off the ground, my puny arms trying
to pull my weight over. I crashed down on the wrong side
of the wall. It was hopeless, even more difficult than I had
thought. I wasn’t the only one; two others tried and, like me,
hung miserably on the wrong side. One of the successful male
applicants explained the technique involved; a short run, then
one foot up on the wall, grab the top of the wall and use the
momentum to swing over with the other leg. One of the oth-
ers made it using this technique, but I tried again and failed.
At this point stubbornness took over and I told myself
I am going to get through this. I tried again and failed. I tried
again. This time I made it and I was elated: as long as I could
do this during the test I would be fine. Finally, the test came.
I reviewed the technique and reminded myself that I had
already succeeded. I took a long run, got one foot up on the
wall and grabbed the top with my hands. Only just hanging
on, I managed to get one leg over. ‘Yes!’ Sheer willpower gave
me the strength to drag my other leg over the wall, and then I
was on the other side, Yay! I would later discover the bruises
this effort caused.
We all passed the fitness tests except one girl who couldn’t
make it over the wall. Vaulting over that wall was the most
difficult thing we had to do, and when I consider some of the
fences I later had to negotiate while chasing suspects, it was a
good test. I couldn’t believe it when I heard some years later
that the height of the wall had been reduced to 1.5 metres,
then removed from the fitness test altogether because so many
prospective police officers had been unable to climb over it.
In the real world building codes do not change and fences
remain the same height.
There were other tests, of course, and we all had to do a
long and comprehensive interview. When I finally found out
10 BELINDA NEIL