their brain cells working before another victim is claimed.
Detective Inspector Harran was waiting for the call from his Chief Constable to find out how the case was moving and he knew how unimpressed he was going to be when he told him of their lack of progress.
Harran was a well respected member of the force which meant that he was also expected to close every case he was involved with closed inside a ridiculously short amount of time.
As Short placed a new mug of coffee onto the desk, Harran picked up the phone to ring his wife and explain that he would once again not be coming home for lunch, knowing deep down that his stay in work could be an indefinite one.
It was at moments like this, Harran wished he was single like Short and didn’t have to explain himself to anyone, especially his wife who he knew would not be happy with his call.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I banged frantically on the locked police station door that faced the car park, turning around to see my would-be rescuer being thrown around the car park and almost certainly, facing death.
An officer eventually came to the door and spoke to me through the intercom speaker.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You’d better come quickly!” I screamed at him, “someone’s been chasing me and there’s one of your men out here being attacked by him! Please, hurry up! He’s killing him!”
As I begged for the policeman inside to help, my voice was almost drowned out by the sound of car alarms going off one by one behind me as my helper was bouncing off each one after being thrown repeatedly through the air.
This made the doubting officer inside finally listen to my pleas for help after he checked the security monitors behind his desk which showed a man lying face down on the ground motionless.
It was at this moment that all hell broke loose inside the station.
All it took was one press of the emergency button and an audible alarm echoed loudly throughout the station. For many years, the police officers inside had trained for this very moment and when one of their own was in trouble, none lay idle.
Every person inside the police station stood at their posts that had been allocated to them during their numerous training drills previously.
Finally after what felt like hours, I was allowed into the building and taken into a room far away from the melee that ensued and as I was quickly pushed past the front desk, I noticed a number of officers gathering around the security monitors to see what was going on outside.
But no riot was awaiting them – just a horrific scene of damaged cars and a motionless body laying face down on hard ground covered in blood.
I noticed that one of the officers surrounding the desk was none other than Detective Sergeant Short, who took his eyes off the screen as he caught a glimpse of me passing and I instantly knew that he would soon be looking for his boss Detective Inspector Harran to inform him that I was back yet again with a dead body and a whole lot of trouble.
My instincts were correct and it wasn’t long before they found me and this time Harran burst into the room like a bull at a gate and headed straight for me as I sat in a chair at the back of the room trying to drink a plastic cup of water that had been given to me seconds ago.
Even with me shaking with shock after what had just happened to me, Harran didn’t hold back one bit.
“What the bloody hell is going on around you?” he asked me forcefully with a face that made me feel like he was about to punch me in the face.
The only reply that I could give was an inaudible stammer before bursting into tears, but Harran was unimpressed and continued with his
Detective Inspector Harran was waiting for the call from his Chief Constable to find out how the case was moving and he knew how unimpressed he was going to be when he told him of their lack of progress.
Harran was a well respected member of the force which meant that he was also expected to close every case he was involved with closed inside a ridiculously short amount of time.
As Short placed a new mug of coffee onto the desk, Harran picked up the phone to ring his wife and explain that he would once again not be coming home for lunch, knowing deep down that his stay in work could be an indefinite one.
It was at moments like this, Harran wished he was single like Short and didn’t have to explain himself to anyone, especially his wife who he knew would not be happy with his call.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I banged frantically on the locked police station door that faced the car park, turning around to see my would-be rescuer being thrown around the car park and almost certainly, facing death.
An officer eventually came to the door and spoke to me through the intercom speaker.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“You’d better come quickly!” I screamed at him, “someone’s been chasing me and there’s one of your men out here being attacked by him! Please, hurry up! He’s killing him!”
As I begged for the policeman inside to help, my voice was almost drowned out by the sound of car alarms going off one by one behind me as my helper was bouncing off each one after being thrown repeatedly through the air.
This made the doubting officer inside finally listen to my pleas for help after he checked the security monitors behind his desk which showed a man lying face down on the ground motionless.
It was at this moment that all hell broke loose inside the station.
All it took was one press of the emergency button and an audible alarm echoed loudly throughout the station. For many years, the police officers inside had trained for this very moment and when one of their own was in trouble, none lay idle.
Every person inside the police station stood at their posts that had been allocated to them during their numerous training drills previously.
Finally after what felt like hours, I was allowed into the building and taken into a room far away from the melee that ensued and as I was quickly pushed past the front desk, I noticed a number of officers gathering around the security monitors to see what was going on outside.
But no riot was awaiting them – just a horrific scene of damaged cars and a motionless body laying face down on hard ground covered in blood.
I noticed that one of the officers surrounding the desk was none other than Detective Sergeant Short, who took his eyes off the screen as he caught a glimpse of me passing and I instantly knew that he would soon be looking for his boss Detective Inspector Harran to inform him that I was back yet again with a dead body and a whole lot of trouble.
My instincts were correct and it wasn’t long before they found me and this time Harran burst into the room like a bull at a gate and headed straight for me as I sat in a chair at the back of the room trying to drink a plastic cup of water that had been given to me seconds ago.
Even with me shaking with shock after what had just happened to me, Harran didn’t hold back one bit.
“What the bloody hell is going on around you?” he asked me forcefully with a face that made me feel like he was about to punch me in the face.
The only reply that I could give was an inaudible stammer before bursting into tears, but Harran was unimpressed and continued with his
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