A novella where DCI Steven Devine, a copper who has used alternative methods to get to his present position, decides to exact revenge on the bullies from his childhood before he retires. He leaves the victims beaten and unconscious, and he is then shocked to be later called to investigate their murders.
Devine reckons someone from his past is out to frame him. There is, however, another explanation, one he is keen to dismiss. When he was a child he was saved from dangerous positions by a supernatural force and this force could be back for some type of deadly payback.
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I felt the cold iron bars on my face as the tears ran down my face. I had run as far as I could away from the class bully. I pressed my head against the school perimeter railing and watched the blurred images of people passing by. I was surrounded by other pupils who sang: “Tubby flubby you’re just a big cry baby!”
Suddenly, one of the blurred images outside the school stopped, and said: “Listen son, I‘ve seen you getting bullied before. Why don’t you go and stand up to him, he’s smaller than you.”
I blinked to clear the tears from my eyes and found I was looking at an old man who stared at me with understanding written across a wrinkled face. The intensity of his stare seemed to reach down into my subconscious and pull something up.
I pushed the bars away and turned around to face Gary Tosh, who was indeed smaller than me. I glared around at the circling pupils, which made them stop chanting. Then I strode toward Tosh with a new found bravado, but I didn’t know what I was going to do. I stared into his eyes and for a moment saw primal fear then I screamed as pain I had never felt before ran through my stomach: the bully had swiftly kicked me in the balls.
The chanting started again as I fell to the ground in a mass of tears and Tosh towered over me with an evil grin painted on his face. “Help me…anybody,” I pleaded. I looked over to the perimeter railing, but there was no one there. Suddenly a hand was thrust out to me and a voice said: “Give me your hand, and I will save you.”
My mobile ring tone brought me out of the reverie. I looked at my gloved hands covered in blood and below them the pleading face of Gary Tosh with the ducting tape I had stuck over his mouth. I wiped my hands and answered the mobile. “Yeah, Devine.”
“Sir, it’s DS White here, we’ve got some news on the Dewar case.”
I gazed in horror as blood dripped off the end of the phone, “Okay, I’ll see you at the station.”