Black & Blue: Where it all began…… (D.S Hunter Kerr) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the rocketing car coming out of a bend Andy started waving his hands in the air and then gave the official stop sign.
    The bonnet of the Rover dipped followed by a long screech as tyres skidded across wet tarmac. It juddered and bucked before grinding a halt. The passenger door shot open and a young, skinny man, hurriedly jumped out. He thrust out an arm, aiming it in the direction of the gold Escort, which, by now was just a dot in the distance.
    He shouted, “That car, the Escort, it’s mine. It’s just been nicked.”
    Hunter saw Andy’s jaw drop. He could feel blood rushing into his face. He shook his head and threw himself into the front seat. Andy’s reactions were as quick, and shouting back over his shoulder, to the young man, “Don’t worry we’ll get him,” he gunned the engine.
    Within seconds he was whipping through the gears again, thrashing the engine, soon edging the needle towards eighty.
    It wasn’t long before the dot on the horizon was becoming recognisable as the gold car once again.
    Andy squeezed more from the patrol car.
    Hunter was calling in the chase over the radio. He couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice - a buzz was coursing through every vein in his body. He was hyper-alert.
    Soon the cars were bumper to bumper, then, they were alongside, edging their car towards the driver’s side of the stolen Escort.
    Hunter caught the look of panic in the thief’s face as he fought with the steering.
    A split-second later the Escort snaked and Andy pulled away as it began to lose control. Blue smoke burned from the rear wheels and the Escort began to lurch sideways in a crab-like movement. Finally it went into a half-spin before bouncing against the grass verge. Hunter was out of the car even before the Escort came to a standstill. He saw the driver’s door starting to open and he kicked out. There was a sickening crunch followed by an ear-splitting scream. Hunter realised he had caught the thief’s leg between the door and the sill and he couldn’t help let out a smirk.
    Andy was beside Hunter in seconds, yanking at the door and the driver fell into the roadway in a painful heap.
    Clasping his hands around his shins he cried, “Fucking hell, there was no need for that.”
    “That serves you right for being a cheeky little bastard,” shouted Andy. “And you’re under arrest for nicking this car.”
    Screwing up his face the dark haired thief moaned, “Well you two wankers helped me!”
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    Hunter stood uncomfortably to attention beside Andy Sharp, studying the duty Inspector across the desk. There was a mug of coffee resting on a coaster and he could smell the aroma. He was nervous despite the beaming smile the Inspector threw at them.
    He said, “Well done you two. Run the job past me again.”
    Hunter let Andy do the talking and listened intently to the blow-by-blow account he gave. When it came to the moment where they had given the thief a push Andy omitted it. Hiding a gulp in his throat he again checked the Inspector’s face as Andy added more.
    Following the booking in of their car thief, at the Custody Suite, they had done a check on the name the man had given them. It transpired that their prisoner, Dale Swallow, was a well-known villain from Newcastle who specialised in stealing high-performance vehicles. He was part of a car-ringing team from the North east and was circulated as wanted throughout Yorkshire where expensive cars had been stolen during burglaries.
    As Andy finished his tale the Inspector congratulated them with the words, “This’ll mean a District Commendation for the pair of you. Well done once again.”
    As Andy closed the Inspectors door , in the corridor Hunter let out a nervous sigh.
    Andy tapped him on the shoulder. “You heard what the Inspector said – commendation. Now don’t spoil it. There’s only you and I know what went on out there – keep it that way. He threw Hunter a wink. “Come on, we’ve got our statements to