starter at a party, and certainly no one to laugh at your lame jokes,” he asked whilst taking a swig of his beer.
She rolled her eyes. “My dad was a doctor, and mum was a nurse. They’re both retired now and live in London. I was always surrounded with medical stuff.
In my teens I was fascinated by weird stuff, like paranormal things, zombies and death. I remember absolutely loving dissections in my Biology A-level class. The mouse, the frog, the sheep’s eye…I was engrossed in them. People thought I was weird then, they probably still think that,” she laughed as she took a sip of wine, before carrying on without taking in air.
Scott was amazed at this woman’s ability to talk without a pause. It was nevertheless an enchanting side to her that he found refreshing.
“It just felt right to go into medicine and then specialise in pathology,” she reflected staring into empty space. “Then I moved from London to this post in Brighton a year ago,” she shrugged with a smile. “It certainly made the folks happy…how about you?”
“Well I just fell into the police I guess after university. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. But it offered a career, and having been to a police recruitment evening, I soon realized that no two days would be the same and that meant variety. A desk job didn’t really appeal to me and the thought of trudging in on the tube to London everyday really put me off.”
“So why Brighton if you were in Essex?” Cara asked.
“I fell in love with Brighton when I was studying here. I loved the pace of life, the vibrancy of the town, the people, and I loved being by the sea. The caseload here is much easier to handle too than Essex and London.”
“Until now,” Cara interrupted.
“Until now,” Scott nodded in agreement. “Listen I’m going to have to shoot now, I’ve got to go over the case file this evening. Dull I know, but I need to,” he shrugged as he drank the remainder of his beer.
Cara looked a little disappointed, but accepted his reason, finishing her wine with a hefty glug.
“Well, it’s been a lovely evening. It’s great just getting out and having a drink and chat. We should do this again.”
“That would be great,” Scott acknowledged.
They said their goodbyes with a brief kiss on the cheek.
On his short drive home Scott reflected on what he’d been missing, and that was company. His life over the last few years had been a mixture of work, the gym, solitary time at home which he hated, and walking along the beach people watching. In fact Scott had to admit that he’d thrown himself into work just to keep his mind occupied. The alternative wasn’t worth considering. He only had one option, and that was to look forward because looking back was always painful.
Chapter 14
He was there again, watching it unfold in front of him. He was across the street waiting for them when it happened. He’d only turned his head for a moment, but that moment changed his life forever, extinguished the flame of contentment and happiness that had given him so much joy.
He was running, but his legs felt like they were stuck in quicksand, each step painfully slow, each second feeling like a minute. The scene unfolding in front of him like a movie on the big screen, Scott a spectator, powerless to change the outcome.
It was getting darker, the wind swirling around him, throwing up dust, making it harder to see the carnage. Scott fell to his knees crying, screaming, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief, his mouth unable to form any words. Spittle drooling from his mouth forming bubbles as he tried to breath.
Why? He cried as he looked to the sky hoping for some divine explanation. Why, why, why? he screamed.
He sat up with an almighty hollering cry “NOOO!”
He looked around his dark bedroom trying to adjust to the blankness of the room, his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse thumping in his ears, his breathing laboured. It took a few moments to calm down and
She rolled her eyes. “My dad was a doctor, and mum was a nurse. They’re both retired now and live in London. I was always surrounded with medical stuff.
In my teens I was fascinated by weird stuff, like paranormal things, zombies and death. I remember absolutely loving dissections in my Biology A-level class. The mouse, the frog, the sheep’s eye…I was engrossed in them. People thought I was weird then, they probably still think that,” she laughed as she took a sip of wine, before carrying on without taking in air.
Scott was amazed at this woman’s ability to talk without a pause. It was nevertheless an enchanting side to her that he found refreshing.
“It just felt right to go into medicine and then specialise in pathology,” she reflected staring into empty space. “Then I moved from London to this post in Brighton a year ago,” she shrugged with a smile. “It certainly made the folks happy…how about you?”
“Well I just fell into the police I guess after university. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do. But it offered a career, and having been to a police recruitment evening, I soon realized that no two days would be the same and that meant variety. A desk job didn’t really appeal to me and the thought of trudging in on the tube to London everyday really put me off.”
“So why Brighton if you were in Essex?” Cara asked.
“I fell in love with Brighton when I was studying here. I loved the pace of life, the vibrancy of the town, the people, and I loved being by the sea. The caseload here is much easier to handle too than Essex and London.”
“Until now,” Cara interrupted.
“Until now,” Scott nodded in agreement. “Listen I’m going to have to shoot now, I’ve got to go over the case file this evening. Dull I know, but I need to,” he shrugged as he drank the remainder of his beer.
Cara looked a little disappointed, but accepted his reason, finishing her wine with a hefty glug.
“Well, it’s been a lovely evening. It’s great just getting out and having a drink and chat. We should do this again.”
“That would be great,” Scott acknowledged.
They said their goodbyes with a brief kiss on the cheek.
On his short drive home Scott reflected on what he’d been missing, and that was company. His life over the last few years had been a mixture of work, the gym, solitary time at home which he hated, and walking along the beach people watching. In fact Scott had to admit that he’d thrown himself into work just to keep his mind occupied. The alternative wasn’t worth considering. He only had one option, and that was to look forward because looking back was always painful.
Chapter 14
He was there again, watching it unfold in front of him. He was across the street waiting for them when it happened. He’d only turned his head for a moment, but that moment changed his life forever, extinguished the flame of contentment and happiness that had given him so much joy.
He was running, but his legs felt like they were stuck in quicksand, each step painfully slow, each second feeling like a minute. The scene unfolding in front of him like a movie on the big screen, Scott a spectator, powerless to change the outcome.
It was getting darker, the wind swirling around him, throwing up dust, making it harder to see the carnage. Scott fell to his knees crying, screaming, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief, his mouth unable to form any words. Spittle drooling from his mouth forming bubbles as he tried to breath.
Why? He cried as he looked to the sky hoping for some divine explanation. Why, why, why? he screamed.
He sat up with an almighty hollering cry “NOOO!”
He looked around his dark bedroom trying to adjust to the blankness of the room, his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse thumping in his ears, his breathing laboured. It took a few moments to calm down and
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