The cell's door slams shut behind him and Robert Desmond can hear the Policeman's shoes, squeaking away over the shining floor. After about a half an hour, Robert hears the Policeman returning and then the cell's door swings open.
"Come along! The Lieutenant is waiting for you," the Policeman orders in a funeral director's voice and in his imagination Robert can hear the voice of the Judge sounding in his ears at the trial, which he thinks awaits him.
The events of the past few days flash through Robert's mind and his imagination builds images where there are only voids and the incidents flashes past Robert's mind's eye like television pictures. Robert's face turns white and the saliva in his mouth goes dry, when his thoughts goes back to the day that both his parents met their creator.
James Desmond is a man that had achieved fame as a sound businessman and as a Lawyer of repute and it is with due, that he feels proud when he leaves the building where his office is situated and he looks back at it.
James realises that he had forgotten to tell his secretary to order some flowers form the florist for his wife, when he spots the street peddler selling flowers across the street and he crosses it in a hurry. Tomorrow is their wedding anniversary and James smiles while he thinks of the expensive fur coat his wife had been hinting for, for some time and which he bought for her secretly.
James examines a variety of flowers and then his eyes fall, on the deepest red roses that he had seen in a long time. With the bouquet in his hand James crosses the street and then sees his wife walking towards him and their eyes meet and he reads in hers the joy of seeing him and James is glad that he has got such a special relationship with her.
To James she is just as pretty as the first time that he laid his eyes on her and he rushes towards her, kisses her and gallantly hands the flowers to her. The woman's fingers close around the bunch of flowers and with delight James reads the appreciation and gratitude in her eyes, when he takes her other hand in his.
His wife's lovely face radiating with a warm smile, is the last thing that James Desmond ever sees. Fear is written all over his wife’s face, when she notices the rifle sticking out of the open window of a pitch black car, the moment that it starts firing again.
The stuttering of a submachine gun brakes through the noise of the city and from the open window of the black car, the AK 47 spits white-hot bullets and along with it death. With screaming tires the black car leaves the murder scene and has to do it's best, to shake off the Police's flying squad’s white car that is following it.
The black car escapes when one of the occupants starts firing at the Police and they have to slow down. It gives the murders time to get out of the car and to disappear among the people milling at the entrance to the train station.
Another Police car arrives at the scene with a flashing blue light and within minutes, more Police arrive and the Police are camping the area of. Just as some ambulances arrive on the scene, a girl with a white sun dress leaves a shop and a smile lights up her beautiful features and her eyes shines with joy, at the thought of being with her fiancé who is waiting for her at her apartment.
When the girl arrives at the murder scene, she cannot believe her eyes. Her fiancé’s parents lies slain at her feet and Tracy stiffens before her whole body grows numb, while tears start streaming down her pale white cheeks.
The sidewalk and a part of the road are covered with deep red shattered roses. Rose petals and blood are splattered all over the place and suddenly it feels as if Tracey's limbs are made of rubber and every thing around her starts swinging past her at an alarming speed.
Tracey's legs gives way under her and like a broken rag doll, she falls to the ground next to the remains of James and his wife. Mercifully unconsciousness takes control over her senses and an ambulance man rushes to aid her.
Tracey's last thought while fainting resounds in her mind, even while her body hits the sidewalk. Roses and love were the way that they lived, not like this; broken limbs, broken roses, blood and death. Why did this happen? Why? Why? Why?
All her questions disappear, when she slips into unconsciousness deep black hole. Tracey's live had been no bed of roses and her eyes flicker open, when the ambulance men reaches a ambulance with her and she let them treat her for shock, but refuses to accompany them to a hospital.
"I...I'll be fine thank you,” She says and rises on unsteady legs while she tries to deal with the shock and cobwebs, which had taken their toll of her. She's determined to get to Robert, before the news reaches him and she knows that he will really need her then.
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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