Black & Blue: Where it all began…… (D.S Hunter Kerr) by Michael Fowler Page A
Authors: Michael Fowler
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flat-footed his groin.
It was his turn to groan as he instantly doubled-up grabbing at his testicles.
Scrambling backwards on all fours, while trying to lift herself up at the same time, Kim clambered awkwardly into the kitchen.
Recovering quickly and heaving himself forward Peter entered the doorway just as his girlfriend was reaching out for the work surface to pull herself up. Pain and hate was cascading through him as he eyed her hand clawing for a grip. Beyond her fingers he spotted a glint of metal.
At the same time he caught the movement in Kim’s eyes. She was following his gaze and had locked onto the same thing he had clocked lying on the work surface.
Her face took on a look of horror as he propelled forward.
Kim only had time to scream “NO” once before Peter plunged the kitchen knife into her chest.
* * * * *
It was Hunter’s quick change around from Afternoon’s to the day shift. He had got into work at 5.45am that morning and had just put on the kettle to make drinks for the group when Roger Mills bounded into the room.
“No time for that Hunter we’ve got a three -nines. That domestic you went to last night. Ambulance have just taken a call saying that a young woman’s been stabbed at that address.”
The entire shift turned out and within ten minutes half a dozen police cars had the block of flats where Kim Davies lived surrounded. They even beat the Ambulance Service to the address.
Roger and Hunter were first through the entrance doors, taking the stairs two at a time. The door to Kim’s flat was wide open.
Hunter spotted a bloodied handprint on the jamb.
Roger called out loudly, “Police” as he stepped over the threshold.
“Through here,” a female voice shouted back.
Roger and Hunter followed the sound and found a scene of carnage in the kitchen. Blood covered cupboard s, both floor and wall and a thick pool of dark blood covered as well surrounded a limp form.
Beneath the bloodied mess Hunter recognised Kim Davies.
Cradling her was a dark haired woman in a dressing gown . She too was covered in blood and had a towel pressed over Kim’s chest. Glancing up she said, “I’m a nurse. I live downstairs. I heard her screaming. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
“The ambulance is on its way, it shouldn’t be long,” Roger replied, kneeling down.”Is there anything we can do?”
“No, I need to keep the pressure on this wound. Her breathing’s got shallower in the last few minutes.” Lifting her eyes she pursed her mouth and shook her head. It was a look which said ‘it’s touch and go.’
P ushing himself up Roger met the nurse’s gaze. “Try and keep her with us. I’ll chase up where the ambulance is.” As he reached the doorway he looked back, “You didn’t see who did this by any chance, did you?”
“That boyfriend of hers ! He nearly knocked me back down the stairs running away.”
In the distance Hunter picked up the sound of wailing sirens. The ambulance was here. He hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
- ooOoo -
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Within a matter of hours of the attack uniform and plain clothes officers had converged upon Dearne Road, swarming around the tenement blocks, searching for evidence and seeking witnesses. Every manhole and drain cover was lifted and shortly before 11am they had found the knife discarded by Peter Jackson.
Behind the scenes a general call had gone out for his capture, with a full description circulated to every Constabulary together with a n all-ports bulletin. Peter Jackson was a fugitive on the run.
Kim Davies had been fortunate. The emergency first-aid administered by the neighbour nurse, stemming the flow of blood from several deep wounds, had saved her life. Surgery, to repair the damage, had taken fours hours and 12 units of blood had been used during her operation. She was currently on life support in a critical, but stable condition.
Hunter and the rest of his group had been part of the
It was his turn to groan as he instantly doubled-up grabbing at his testicles.
Scrambling backwards on all fours, while trying to lift herself up at the same time, Kim clambered awkwardly into the kitchen.
Recovering quickly and heaving himself forward Peter entered the doorway just as his girlfriend was reaching out for the work surface to pull herself up. Pain and hate was cascading through him as he eyed her hand clawing for a grip. Beyond her fingers he spotted a glint of metal.
At the same time he caught the movement in Kim’s eyes. She was following his gaze and had locked onto the same thing he had clocked lying on the work surface.
Her face took on a look of horror as he propelled forward.
Kim only had time to scream “NO” once before Peter plunged the kitchen knife into her chest.
* * * * *
It was Hunter’s quick change around from Afternoon’s to the day shift. He had got into work at 5.45am that morning and had just put on the kettle to make drinks for the group when Roger Mills bounded into the room.
“No time for that Hunter we’ve got a three -nines. That domestic you went to last night. Ambulance have just taken a call saying that a young woman’s been stabbed at that address.”
The entire shift turned out and within ten minutes half a dozen police cars had the block of flats where Kim Davies lived surrounded. They even beat the Ambulance Service to the address.
Roger and Hunter were first through the entrance doors, taking the stairs two at a time. The door to Kim’s flat was wide open.
Hunter spotted a bloodied handprint on the jamb.
Roger called out loudly, “Police” as he stepped over the threshold.
“Through here,” a female voice shouted back.
Roger and Hunter followed the sound and found a scene of carnage in the kitchen. Blood covered cupboard s, both floor and wall and a thick pool of dark blood covered as well surrounded a limp form.
Beneath the bloodied mess Hunter recognised Kim Davies.
Cradling her was a dark haired woman in a dressing gown . She too was covered in blood and had a towel pressed over Kim’s chest. Glancing up she said, “I’m a nurse. I live downstairs. I heard her screaming. She’s lost a lot of blood.”
“The ambulance is on its way, it shouldn’t be long,” Roger replied, kneeling down.”Is there anything we can do?”
“No, I need to keep the pressure on this wound. Her breathing’s got shallower in the last few minutes.” Lifting her eyes she pursed her mouth and shook her head. It was a look which said ‘it’s touch and go.’
P ushing himself up Roger met the nurse’s gaze. “Try and keep her with us. I’ll chase up where the ambulance is.” As he reached the doorway he looked back, “You didn’t see who did this by any chance, did you?”
“That boyfriend of hers ! He nearly knocked me back down the stairs running away.”
In the distance Hunter picked up the sound of wailing sirens. The ambulance was here. He hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
- ooOoo -
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Within a matter of hours of the attack uniform and plain clothes officers had converged upon Dearne Road, swarming around the tenement blocks, searching for evidence and seeking witnesses. Every manhole and drain cover was lifted and shortly before 11am they had found the knife discarded by Peter Jackson.
Behind the scenes a general call had gone out for his capture, with a full description circulated to every Constabulary together with a n all-ports bulletin. Peter Jackson was a fugitive on the run.
Kim Davies had been fortunate. The emergency first-aid administered by the neighbour nurse, stemming the flow of blood from several deep wounds, had saved her life. Surgery, to repair the damage, had taken fours hours and 12 units of blood had been used during her operation. She was currently on life support in a critical, but stable condition.
Hunter and the rest of his group had been part of the
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