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Wembley, London

Peggy sped into the driveway of Nick's house. His car had likely been taken to the police station impound from the crime scene, so one of them would have to collect that later. There were no lights on inside despite the sun beginning to set and the clouds almost blocking out what little daylight was left. She rushed over to the awfully painted green door, turning the key Nick had got cut for her. The house was in silence.

"Nick? Are you here Nick?" Peggy called out into the eerie quiet. She paused for a second, uncomfortable about this. She could hear a faint dripping sound coming from the kitchen. Nick had probably left the tap on. Slowly, she walked in before almost slipping on the wet surface below her. She regained her composure only to find that Nick hadn't left the tap on. Instead, he was lying on the previously white tiled floor in a pool of his own blood, his throat slit from ear to ear. He was making a horrible sound, a mix between coughing and gurgling.

Peggy tried to speak, but couldn't. Seeing Nick like this after everything that had happened today was almost too much. She quickly snatched a tea towel off the kitchen counter pressing it to his throat, trying to keep pressure on the wound. Peggy pulled her phone out and dialled 999 whilst trying to peer out the window.

"Nine-nine-nine: What's your emergency?"

Just above the window ledge, she could see someone. A figure dressed completely in black standing in Nick's garden. She knew she should pursue the suspect but couldn't bring herself to let Nick bleed out by himself.

"Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there?" The operator asked.

The figure bolted out of the garden, hopping over the garden face and onto the road behind.

"I... I need an ambulance... and police too. It's Detective Nick Campbell. He's been injured."

Peggy gave the operator Nick's address and both of their badge numbers to prove they were who she claimed. She knew Nick wasn't going to make it. Peggy kept pressing the towel onto the wound, hoping it would help in some way, at least maybe ease his pain a little. She could hear the suspect's car flee and knew that she had absolutely nothing to identify them. She couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman. Peggy held on tight to Nick's hand as his movements slowed to a full stop.

"Nick... I love you."

Continued in Part 15 

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