Policing Downshire in the Noughties – An Eye for An Eye
Georgina Devereaux had been a PC at Abbottsford Police Station for ten years and wore her uniform with pride and she never saw even in her wildest dreams a time when she would either be ashamed of what the uniform stood for or feel unworthy of it.
But it had been almost a year since Danny had been killed, just bad luck, wrong place, wrong time, but he was dead, it would have been funny if it wasn’t so tragic, and they had only been married for two months, two wonderful love filled months.
When Danny and Georgie announced their plans to marry the family almost drowned them both in tears of joy, and although neither family were well off they clubbed together to really push the boat out for the wedding.
A wonderful happy day of love and sentimental feelings and happy tears, but now all she knew was tears and sadness.
And she sat in the car as another tear rolled down her cheek and another splashed off her nose as she waited and waited.
And while she waited her thoughts strayed to the magical night of the wedding when they finally consummated their love for each other.
Georgie thought it was really sweet that Danny wanted to wait until their wedding night, it was so typical of him.
It wasn’t that either of them were virgins he just wanted it to be as special as it could possibly be.
Then after two short months he was taken away from her so cruelly, he’d only gone out to get a bottle of wine to celebrate their two-month anniversary, and when he came out of the off license a fight had kicked off between some of the local winos and Danny tried to be the peace maker and got a knife if his kidney for his trouble.
He died before the paramedics reached him and Georgina’s world fell apart.
The Police caught the killer within an hour of his death, they had him on the shops CCTV clearly wielding the knife and when he was arrested he still had Danny’s wallet in his pocket and Danny’s blood on his clothes and the murder weapon was in his backpack.
It was a slam dunk case everybody said so and so it would have been had the CPS not dropped the ball.
The case was dismissed by the judge on a technicality and the murderer Glen Birtles walked free and Georgina’s world fell apart for a second time.
The criminal justice system that Georgina served so proudly had let her down and now she had to do something she never dreamed she would have to do, take the law into her own hands.
She had tracked Glen Birtles down to a row of derelict houses in a run-down part of town.
It was on a big housing estate with a dozen or more ways in and out and it was an area she was well familiar with as it had been part of her beat for four years.
Which is why she picked that street, quiet, dark and no CCTV in the street, in fact there was no CCTV between there and the main road.
Georgina sat in the car with tears rolling down her cheeks, it was late, she checked her watch, she knew it was his time of night, and it wouldn’t be long now.
She had been parking in Victoria Road for several weeks before that night so that what people there were would be used to seeing her car parked in the shadows, but that night would be the last time because There he was staggering up the road.
She checked her rear-view mirror, no one was behind, she looked around and no sign of anyone on the street, other than Birtles.
She started the engine and slipped the car into first gear and revved the engine briefly before she popped the clutch and she shot forward.
He still continued up the road totally oblivious about what was to come.
The distance closed between them quickly and when he eventually looked up it was too late.
She hit him hard and after hitting the windscreen he rolled over the top of the car and ended in a heap in the road behind her.
She braked sharply and came to a stop and then Georgie turned around and looked over her shoulder and out the back window she was horrified to see Birtles raising himself up onto all fours.
“You bastard” she shouted, and anger welled up inside her so still looking over her shoulder she put it into reverse and raced backwards and hit him just as he staggered to his feet and the momentum of the car bumped and bounced over him, then
Georgina moved forward again, and the car bumped over the corpse again.
“Now that’s justice” she said coldly “An eye for an eye”