"We've got to get him to a cell and quick. It's the safest place for him right now. Who ever is behind all of this killings, will not be able to get to him there." Lieutenant Carr orders while Robert’s limp body is unceremoniously, loaded into a patrol car.
Lieutenant Carr is by now more convinced than ever that Robert has got nothing to do with the killings and when he finds the note in Robert's pocket, the Lieutenant knows that he will have to device a plan while Robert is still unconscious. With him there is no doubt that Robert's very life is at stake.
Robert is confused when he regains his consciousness, in the Police cell. He immediately notices the Policeman, who had thrown a glass of water unceremoniously over him to bring him back to his senses. What have I done, he wonders?
"Your fiancé has been killed," the Policeman tells Robert with a murderous grimace on his face, as if he is implying that Robert is the killer. The cell’s door slams shut behind him and Robert Desmond hear the Policeman's shoes squeaking away over the shining floor. It's too much for Robert and he feels ill and he knows Cannot be the killer and then he remembers the first time that he met Tracey.
Thomas Riley wipes the sweat from his forehead and curses at the intense heat, before he let's his eyes roam over the traffic. His traffic police car feels like a furnace where it is parked, below a bridge next to the secondary road.
The deep throttled droning of a motorcycle attracts his attention and he sees a blue BMW motorcycle, unlawfully overtaking traffic over the white line. Thomas Riley shakes his head in anger. "That maniac's looking for his death," he says aloud to himself. When the motorcyclist becomes aware of the traffic officer, he opens the throttle of his motorbike and sees the speedometer rising to 180 kilometres an hour while he flashes past a 60 kilometre per hour sign.
In his mirror the motorcyclist see the white traffic police vehicle cut into the traffic, with it's flashing blue light. A robot appears in front of him and luckily it's green, but the motorcyclist is forced to decelerate for slower traffic.
Before he passes a truck on the yellow line at the side of the road, the motorcyclist notices that the police vehicle is gaining on him and then he notices the on ramp to the freeway. The motorcyclist gears down and approaches the freeway, with screaming tires when he opens the motorcycle's throttle.
Thomas Riley realised that he needs help and radios for reinforcements and then he switches his siren on and puts his foot down on the car's accelerator. The speedometer needle of the motorcycle settles at 220 kilometres per hour when suddenly the motorcyclist notices a burning motorcar standing next to the roadway in front of him.
He immediately brakes to slows the motorcycle down and starts gearing down, when as if out of nowhere a riotous crowd appears and the smoke cloud turns his way. A brick hits the motorcycle against the front wheel and the motorcyclist, battles to keep control over his machine. His attention is drawn to where a group holds a white girl between them and he notices a tire swinging around her neck and directs his motorcycle at them.
Thomas Riley's traffic police car nears the group with it’s screaming siren and it lets the rowdy group which is closing around the motorcycle hesitate for just a moment, which gives the motorcyclist the opportunity to reach the frightened girl.
By now the girl is held by only two of the instigators and motorcycle hits one of them sending him sprawling. The motorcyclist’s boot hits the other assailant between his legs which gives the girl the opportunity to jerk herself free from him, to throw the tire away from her and to jump onto the back of the motorcycle.
After two bricks had smashed through his car's windscreen, Thomas Riley decides to turn over the central ridge dividing the two opposing roadways. Another brick flies through the vehicles broken window and grazes Riley's left arm.
With a curse on his lips Thomas Riley shoot his way open with his service pistol, through the broken windscreen and it gives the motorcyclist and his passenger the opportunity, to turn over the central ridge and race away, in the direction from where the motorcyclist had come.
The motorcycle accelerates just in time to avoid the hailstorm of rocks and some petrol bombs, which is flying in its direction with Riley's traffic police car hot on it's heels. At the first off ramp to the city, Thomas notices that the motorcycle turns of and his car follows willingly. The motorcycle flashes over a yellow traffic light and when the light turns red, the traffic cop is forced to stop to avoid an accident.
He is taking the woman to the Police station, Riley realizes. The motorcycle races to the Police station and when Robert stops he asks the pretty young woman for her name and telephone number, which she is more than willing to give to him.
When she enters the charge office the girl's legs collapses under her and a constable is just in time to catch her, before she hits the ground and he hears a motorcycle racing away. "A angry Thomas Riley bursts into the charge office shouting: "Where's he? Where has he gone? I couldn't get his registration!"
"Your fiancé has been killed,” the Policeman tells Robert with a murderous grimace on his face as if implying that Robert is the killer. The cell's door slams shut behind him and Robert Desmond hears the Policeman's shoes, squeaking away over the shining floor. After about half an hour, Robert hears the Policeman returning and then the cell's door swings open.
Robert Desmond is brought back to reality, by the Policeman’s voice. "Do you hear me? I said your fiancé has been killed." "No! You must be joking! She can't be dead!" Robert cries out at the Policeman. "Oh God not Tracey! You cannot take her away from me! Please, not Tracey."
"Come along! The Lieutenant is waiting for you,” the Policeman orders. They walk along a corridor and turn into an office where a heavy set Sergeant opens a thick book and put a fat cigar in his mouth before starting to smoke it. He speaks through the smoke haze that hangs around him.
"The Lieutenant is waiting constable. Why are you still standing there? Take mister Desmond into his office and wait outside for further orders." On the day that his parents were murdered, Robert planned to leave for the Natal South coast on holiday, with Tracey. His daily routine had become too much for him and it started to feel as if he was caged in behind his desk. He laughs loudly at the thought, of going to the penitentiary instead of the coast.
The sound of Robert's laughter resounds in his ears and the constable looks at him askance and just shakes his head, while they are walking along the long corridor. Robert is directed into an office and the Policeman takes his position outside the door. There is no sign of the Police Lieutenant and just for a moment Robert gets the notion to try and escape.
There's burglar proofing in front of the windows and then he notices a telephone on the desk in front of him. He lifts the receiver to his ear, but the line is dead. "Damn it!" Robert swears and seats himself, on one of the chairs in the office. He notices another door leading to an adjacent office, but when he nears it he can hear voices in the other room and his courage falls to his shoes, but still he presses his ear to the door.
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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