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.I don't know what.''The man who rang us said it was an iron bar.'Peterson glanced across at Jon, obviously unsettled by the amount he appeared to know.'Yeah, it could have been.''And he struck you across the face and head with it? From your injuries that could well be GBH.Have you visited a hospital?'He shook his head.'Could I ask why not? Regardless of what you were doing in that car park, you're the victim of a serious offence.You have every right to seek help, be it medical or from the police.''It's not that bad.Besides, what would you lot do?' The question had an accusatory ring to it and Jon sensed Derek Peterson didn't regard the police as a force to protect him.'We need to find the man who did this, Derek.If he's responsible for the other attacks that have taken place, he needs to be stopped before someone gets killed.'Peterson flipped his hand over and turned the palm upward in a tired attempt at exasperation.'I don't need the attention, OK? You'll have seen my record.'He looked at Jon for affirmation and received a single nod.'The animals round here, if they found out about me, they'd drive me from my home.Paint on my front door, bricks through the windows.It happened before and where were you lot then?' Jon thought of the change of address on the man's record.He wanted to take a deep breath, but didn't like the idea of drawing the fetid air any further into his lungs than was necessary.'Derek, whatever happened as a result of your previous charge I can only apologise for.But we need your help now.''Forget it,' Derek said, reaching for the remote, then looking irritated when he realised the TV was turned off at the set itself.'Is there nothing you can give me by way of a description? You needn't involve yourself any more than that.How old was your attacker? Was he taller than you?'Peterson turned the remote over in his hand.Coming to a decision, he hauled himself up slightly in his seat.'Mid-twenties.Bit taller than me.Heavily built.''So, six foot or over?''Not quite as tall as you.'Jon was six-foot-four.'About six-one or two then?' Peterson gave a nod.'And you said he was heavily built.Like he did weights? Body builder size?''Like you I'd say.Do you do weights, officer? Make yourself big for when you need to apply a bit of force?'Jon let the comment pass.'What about his hair?''Cropped short, again like yours.'Jon's pen paused and he wondered if Peterson was just stringing him along.'What was he wearing, Sir?''Oh, I don't know.One of those hooded tops.Red, I think.''How do you know it was hooded?''Because it was over his head of course.'Got you, Jon thought, going back to his notes.'But you just said he had cropped hair.How could you tell that if the hood was up?'Peterson looked flustered.'It slipped down when we were struggling.''You struggled with him? I thought he just struck you a couple of times and ran off.What happened if you struggled with him?'Peterson's eyes moved back to the telly.Breaking eye contact.Getting ready to tell a lie.'I got a hand up and pulled his hood back.I think that rattled him and he ran off then.''So you saw his face?''Er, glimpsed it I suppose.'Jon kept looking at him, pen poised above the note pad.'Average looking.White.Nothing in particular stands out.''Thin in the face or round? Prominent nose? Big eyes? Small eyes? Far apart or close together?'Peterson waved his hand impatiently.'I didn't see.It all happened so quickly.''How quickly? He struck you, what, twice? You struggled and he ran off.''Yeah, it was all over in seconds.''But, Sir, I have the recording of whoever called us that night.They had time to get to their car, call nine-nine-nine and then be put through to an operator.I was able to hear screaming in the background.The call lasted a good twenty seconds.'Peterson sat forward and rubbed at his neck with the end of the remote.It wasn't a natural movement and Jon knew he was feigning confusion.'I don't know, I was being attacked for fuck's sake.Maybe I was yelling, who knows?''I'm confused by the blood as well.A trail of it led away from the shed towards a small stream.Was that yours?''I suppose so.' Jon saw an idea occur to him.'Yes, that's right.I chased him.He ran off, splashed through the water.Maybe I was yelling as I chased him.''Could I take a sample of your DNA? It only involves a mouth swab, then we can compare it to samples recovered from the scene.'Peterson looked very uncomfortable.'Do I have to?''No, Sir, it would be an entirely voluntary gesture on your behalf to assist us with our enquiries [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.I don't know what.''The man who rang us said it was an iron bar.'Peterson glanced across at Jon, obviously unsettled by the amount he appeared to know.'Yeah, it could have been.''And he struck you across the face and head with it? From your injuries that could well be GBH.Have you visited a hospital?'He shook his head.'Could I ask why not? Regardless of what you were doing in that car park, you're the victim of a serious offence.You have every right to seek help, be it medical or from the police.''It's not that bad.Besides, what would you lot do?' The question had an accusatory ring to it and Jon sensed Derek Peterson didn't regard the police as a force to protect him.'We need to find the man who did this, Derek.If he's responsible for the other attacks that have taken place, he needs to be stopped before someone gets killed.'Peterson flipped his hand over and turned the palm upward in a tired attempt at exasperation.'I don't need the attention, OK? You'll have seen my record.'He looked at Jon for affirmation and received a single nod.'The animals round here, if they found out about me, they'd drive me from my home.Paint on my front door, bricks through the windows.It happened before and where were you lot then?' Jon thought of the change of address on the man's record.He wanted to take a deep breath, but didn't like the idea of drawing the fetid air any further into his lungs than was necessary.'Derek, whatever happened as a result of your previous charge I can only apologise for.But we need your help now.''Forget it,' Derek said, reaching for the remote, then looking irritated when he realised the TV was turned off at the set itself.'Is there nothing you can give me by way of a description? You needn't involve yourself any more than that.How old was your attacker? Was he taller than you?'Peterson turned the remote over in his hand.Coming to a decision, he hauled himself up slightly in his seat.'Mid-twenties.Bit taller than me.Heavily built.''So, six foot or over?''Not quite as tall as you.'Jon was six-foot-four.'About six-one or two then?' Peterson gave a nod.'And you said he was heavily built.Like he did weights? Body builder size?''Like you I'd say.Do you do weights, officer? Make yourself big for when you need to apply a bit of force?'Jon let the comment pass.'What about his hair?''Cropped short, again like yours.'Jon's pen paused and he wondered if Peterson was just stringing him along.'What was he wearing, Sir?''Oh, I don't know.One of those hooded tops.Red, I think.''How do you know it was hooded?''Because it was over his head of course.'Got you, Jon thought, going back to his notes.'But you just said he had cropped hair.How could you tell that if the hood was up?'Peterson looked flustered.'It slipped down when we were struggling.''You struggled with him? I thought he just struck you a couple of times and ran off.What happened if you struggled with him?'Peterson's eyes moved back to the telly.Breaking eye contact.Getting ready to tell a lie.'I got a hand up and pulled his hood back.I think that rattled him and he ran off then.''So you saw his face?''Er, glimpsed it I suppose.'Jon kept looking at him, pen poised above the note pad.'Average looking.White.Nothing in particular stands out.''Thin in the face or round? Prominent nose? Big eyes? Small eyes? Far apart or close together?'Peterson waved his hand impatiently.'I didn't see.It all happened so quickly.''How quickly? He struck you, what, twice? You struggled and he ran off.''Yeah, it was all over in seconds.''But, Sir, I have the recording of whoever called us that night.They had time to get to their car, call nine-nine-nine and then be put through to an operator.I was able to hear screaming in the background.The call lasted a good twenty seconds.'Peterson sat forward and rubbed at his neck with the end of the remote.It wasn't a natural movement and Jon knew he was feigning confusion.'I don't know, I was being attacked for fuck's sake.Maybe I was yelling, who knows?''I'm confused by the blood as well.A trail of it led away from the shed towards a small stream.Was that yours?''I suppose so.' Jon saw an idea occur to him.'Yes, that's right.I chased him.He ran off, splashed through the water.Maybe I was yelling as I chased him.''Could I take a sample of your DNA? It only involves a mouth swab, then we can compare it to samples recovered from the scene.'Peterson looked very uncomfortable.'Do I have to?''No, Sir, it would be an entirely voluntary gesture on your behalf to assist us with our enquiries [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]