urgently in the car park!”
As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo that he had on his right forearm - it was of a dragon and I’m sure that I had seen the very same one on someone else recently, but recalling who that person was would have to wait for another time and I ran quickly towards the Police Station door, leaving the two men behind.
The Coroner warned my pursuer not to come any closer, but his verbal warnings were useless as the space between the two men became smaller and smaller until they were literally face-to-face.
This didn’t look good and as I pressed the button on the intercom, the deadlock in the car park came to an end as the man made his move and attacked the Coroner - who would never make it back to his car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Detective Sergeant Short was sitting at his desk typing out the report regarding their questioning session less than half an hour ago and as each new word appeared on the screen, he couldn’t escape thinking how weird this case was becoming – but the seriousness of it all was the fact that someone had been killed whilst he was trying to rape a woman by some mysterious vigilante.
Their only witness hadn’t long left them and she was adamant that a man had saved her, but the preliminary Coroner’s report says that the wounds on the body were made by an animal of some kind.
No matter how many questions had been asked and no matter how many reports had been generated, Short felt that this investigation was going nowhere fast.
Detective Inspector Harran felt the same way, but being the more experienced senior officer, it was his job to remain calm and not show any personal feelings that he may have – but instead decided to use what energy he had in studying all of the information they had on the case intensely, in case anything vital was missed.
Harran looked over to Short, who by now had temporarily stopped typing to look out of the window.
“You okay, Short?” Harran asked.
Short immediately turned his chair to face Harran.
“Yes, sorry Sir,” he answered, “I swear blind I just saw that Gallagher woman running across the road towards this building.”
Harran felt his stomach turn slightly at the mention of that woman’s name – after all, in all his years as a detective, he was famed for obtaining information from any witness through questioning and he personally felt that he had failed earlier.
“What would she be doing around here, Short? I obviously haven’t done my job properly in scaring her off!”
“Maybe she’s returned with more information?” Short answered.
Harran laughed.
“That girl doesn’t even know what day of the week it is! She is our chief witness and is as helpful to us as a chocolate kettle – she told us she was saved by a man when all evidence points to an animal – and when she was asked to describe this supposed hero, she tells us she passed out when they looked each other in the eyes! She even told us that she had a flat mate, but we haven’t been able to track her down and none of the neighbours have even seen her! So any vital piece of evidence that she may have for us could once again be another figment of her overactive imagination.”
“But didn’t you always teach me that every piece of information is just as important as the last?” Short replied.
“Indeed I have and when you’re a senior officer like me then you can have my desk and tell your jumped up understudy the same!” Harran joked, “But until then just remember who’s in charge – and right now a coffee would be very much appreciated.”
Short knew that he had lost his verbal contest
As he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the tattoo that he had on his right forearm - it was of a dragon and I’m sure that I had seen the very same one on someone else recently, but recalling who that person was would have to wait for another time and I ran quickly towards the Police Station door, leaving the two men behind.
The Coroner warned my pursuer not to come any closer, but his verbal warnings were useless as the space between the two men became smaller and smaller until they were literally face-to-face.
This didn’t look good and as I pressed the button on the intercom, the deadlock in the car park came to an end as the man made his move and attacked the Coroner - who would never make it back to his car.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Detective Sergeant Short was sitting at his desk typing out the report regarding their questioning session less than half an hour ago and as each new word appeared on the screen, he couldn’t escape thinking how weird this case was becoming – but the seriousness of it all was the fact that someone had been killed whilst he was trying to rape a woman by some mysterious vigilante.
Their only witness hadn’t long left them and she was adamant that a man had saved her, but the preliminary Coroner’s report says that the wounds on the body were made by an animal of some kind.
No matter how many questions had been asked and no matter how many reports had been generated, Short felt that this investigation was going nowhere fast.
Detective Inspector Harran felt the same way, but being the more experienced senior officer, it was his job to remain calm and not show any personal feelings that he may have – but instead decided to use what energy he had in studying all of the information they had on the case intensely, in case anything vital was missed.
Harran looked over to Short, who by now had temporarily stopped typing to look out of the window.
“You okay, Short?” Harran asked.
Short immediately turned his chair to face Harran.
“Yes, sorry Sir,” he answered, “I swear blind I just saw that Gallagher woman running across the road towards this building.”
Harran felt his stomach turn slightly at the mention of that woman’s name – after all, in all his years as a detective, he was famed for obtaining information from any witness through questioning and he personally felt that he had failed earlier.
“What would she be doing around here, Short? I obviously haven’t done my job properly in scaring her off!”
“Maybe she’s returned with more information?” Short answered.
Harran laughed.
“That girl doesn’t even know what day of the week it is! She is our chief witness and is as helpful to us as a chocolate kettle – she told us she was saved by a man when all evidence points to an animal – and when she was asked to describe this supposed hero, she tells us she passed out when they looked each other in the eyes! She even told us that she had a flat mate, but we haven’t been able to track her down and none of the neighbours have even seen her! So any vital piece of evidence that she may have for us could once again be another figment of her overactive imagination.”
“But didn’t you always teach me that every piece of information is just as important as the last?” Short replied.
“Indeed I have and when you’re a senior officer like me then you can have my desk and tell your jumped up understudy the same!” Harran joked, “But until then just remember who’s in charge – and right now a coffee would be very much appreciated.”
Short knew that he had lost his verbal contest
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