Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)

Bad Memories

    One Year and Three Months Later (July 2015)

Dan's POV

"Alright guys, let's move in," I ordered the armed officers to approach the house. We had received a tip from a young woman that our suspect was living here temporarily, he was suspected of being a serial rapist who had been terrorizing Manchester for about a few weeks, pulling off his attacks late at night in isolated areas. And yes, I was a London detective, but because one of the rape victims was murdered, a sixteen year old teenage girl, here in London, I chose to handle the case.

It was nice to be solving homicides, but after Will's life sentencing, I just couldn't get my life back together. Neither could Kyle, Morgan and Alicia, or Chrissy, Woody's fiancée. The C. S. I. was still bedridden in his coma, but the good (and I guess bad) news was that his condition didn't decline or change at all. I found it pretty lonely to be solving homicide cases on my own now, but when Detective Orton was there by my side, I felt slightly less lonelier, not enough to restore the teamwork between Will and I though.

I made sure that at least four armed constables stood at each possible exit, waiting for one from each group to report their positions to me. 'This plan better fucking work,' I clenched my teeth in determination. The man had also been on a raping spree in Manchester, and the police over there had tried to capture him, but were unfortunately unsuccessful. Our police department knew it was the same perpetrator when witness descriptions from Manchester matched ours, and I was determined to make sure that he wouldn't get away this time. The murder victim's family had to get justice for her death; no sixteen year old deserved to be beaten and strangled to death.

     "Detective Smith, we're ready by the back door," a voice came out of my radio.

     "Roger that," I whispered loudly into the radio set. We were nearly ready to act, but I needed a confirmation from the officers near the front door. About a minute later, I no longer had to wait.

     "We're ready Detective," a constable confirmed.

     "Okay," I replied. "I'm moving in, get your guns ready to fire if needed."

     I got out of my patrol car, quietly shutting the driver's side door, to avoid setting off the rapist's alarms. My feet crept me closer to the front door, and I pulled my .22 revolver, loading it with a few bullets. The house seemed quiet, but he was definitely in there. I could feel it. Taps from my fist interrupted the silent atmosphere.

     "London Police Department! Open this door and come out with your hands out where I can see 'em!" I yelled as my back faced the wooden exterior.

BANG!!! CRASH!!!!!

My left arm shielded my face from the glass that was flying everywhere. Fuck. This rapist would do anything to get away with his crimes, even if it meant he had to kill an officer of the law to escape my grasp. A flash of black and blue sped before my eyes, and my legs took action before I even knew what I was doing, I was sprinting after a serial rapist- without backup. 'Dan! What the fuck are you doing?! He could kill you!!!' My conscience battled my determination, but I settled the fight with my stubbornness, shutting up the voice in my mind. 'I don't fucking care, I have to catch this bastard.'

The rapist ran to a house's backyard gate, and tried to force it open, but the lock was too strong to break by hand. He climbed over and a loud thud followed as he hit the ground. I trailed behind him, throwing myself over the fence as well, landing on my left foot first, and the right foot straight after. A brief moment passed as I beamed over my healed leg. It felt surreal for it to heal completely, and I never thought I'd be able to sprint or place a whole deal of pressure on it. 'Okay, Dan, focus.' I spotted the rapist climbing a tall fence to get into another neighbor's backyard, but before o could react to it, a loud bang happened, knocking the intruder off the wooden fence.