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Chapter 2:
The next few days flew by, the woman was confirmed to be Jasmine, and a list of people to T.I.E was compiled. Janet and Rachel had made their way through a few, distant friends, neighbours, nothing too serious yet. They had interviewed the lads that had found her, and their alibis were confirmed as they were seen and identified by the bar tender, in the nightclub in town, 15 minutes before they found her. They were on CCTV as well, so they knew they could be ruled out. They weren't quite sober yet, so Janet and Rachel had to keep taking break and letting them rest. This slowed down the whole process. They wanted to build a file together of Jasmines life, before asking family, and those affected the most. CCTV from around the scene was the difficult one. There are only a few shops around the alley, and because it was in the middle of an estate, there weren't that many houses. The only piece of CCTV Kevin had managed to find so far, showed what looked like a man on a bike, with a dog cycling towards the alley at around 9pm on the night of the attack... the only thing that didn't match up was this person wasn't seen coming back from the alley. 'He must have gone a different way' Kevin said in the de-briefing looking proud. Gill looked around the room to all the smirks people were trying to cover. Gill tutted and sighed and whispered under her breath 'give me strength'. Kevin looked around the room, puzzled.
Gill turned her attention back to the team "One piece of clothing recovered from the scene seemed to have come off Jasmine in the struggle, and was attached to the end of the alley – which could make things twice as difficult if where she was found wasn't exactly where she was attacked, and she had tried to move herself to safety. We are awaiting DNA results to match this clothing to either Jasmine or the attacker. The post mortem confirmed it was a dog attack, only the type of dog wasn't confirmed. Scary Mary and the home office Pathologist were supposed to be meeting later on to discuss the DNA results." Gill didn't say it, but she knew the rest of the team were thinking the same things - That could take a century; Scary Mary was never very fast at piecing things together. Her motto has always been and probably always will be 'calm and safe'. God knows what that's supposed to mean. Gill just left them to it.
Janet and Rachel had gone to the pub after work, just the two of them. Gill was still stuck in the office and the others decided to head off to get an early night, as they had to be in by about 6 tomorrow morning. They had a couple of glasses of wine, and began to chat about mainly the case, but the conversation then moved onto Andy, much to Janet's discomfort. "I just don't want people finding out; someone's going to suspect something soon, if they don't talk about it. You've noticed, Gill's noticed..." Janet said. "So you started seeing Andy again, again – then you finished with him?" Rachel said, trying to piece together what Janet had just said. Janet nodded and rolled her eyes. "Okay, so there's nothing to know is there? If you've finished with him – c'mon you're not the only copper to have had a fling with another copper are you? Look, I've got to go home now, I'm shattered ill text you later yeah?" Janet nodded and gave her friend a hug. This was odd, because normally it was Janet that left first – leaving Rachel to finish the bottle. They were both just under the drinking limit which meant it was still safe to drive home, so they said their goodbyes and Rachel left.
As if on cue, Andy walked through the door just after Rachel had gone, and all Janet could think was shit. She looked away from him, but he still spotted her. Their eyes met with one of those awkward glances, and Janet thought that any moment he would begin walking towards her, which she really didn't want, but he didn't. He went to the opposite side of the bar and sat down, a face like wet Sunday. Her face dropped, she hadn't wanted him to come over, but he didn't even acknowledge her. Was this how it was going to be now? Awkward silences and death stares? How could they be part of the same team? Work together everyday and not talk? It was going to be terrible.
She pushed her glass away, and got to her feet. She didn't want to drink anymore, she had no-one to take her home otherwise and shed have a terrible headache in the morning. She left the rest of the bottle on the bar, grabbed her coat and bag, and left the pub, not even looking in Andy's direction. She could feel his eyes on her as she left, her cheeks were flushing red, and her feelings were so messed up. She loved him, but at the same time she didn't, she knew how he felt about her, but at this moment he didn't even want to look at her. How had it come to this?
She threw her coat and bag onto the passenger seat and slid into her car. It was about 11pm now, the girls would be asleep, and so would her mom. She turned the radio on full blast and set off, rain coming down harder than ever. Considering it was July, the weather was chronic. She hadn't seen sun all week, and it had only stopped raining briefly, otherwise it was constant. The roads were really slippy. She was torn between going slow and taking forever but remaining safe, or just flooring it and hoping for the best. Her thoughts were interrupted by another sharp pain in her stomach; the wine was really getting to her. I'm getting old now. She thought. Her automatic reaction was to put her hand onto her stomach, trying to cradle the pain, but as she let go of the wheel, the car jolted up the kerb towards a lamppost. She grabbed the wheel again, trying to regain control, but the second she let go of her stomach, that pain was back. The pain was too familiar. It reminded her of when she got stabbed. She was trying to bend over to crumple her stomach to stop the pain, but she also had to concentrate on driving. She managed to get back onto the road and turn down the little country road that lead towards the main town, near to where Janet lived. There was a puddle surrounding the road, so she slammed the brakes on hard, needing to pull over but she must have hit the wrong peddle. Instead the car went at full speed down the road, straight through the puddle which created a massive wave to wash over the car. Janet's vision was blinded, she tried to stop, she pulled the handbrake on hard, it was the only way she could try to stop the car. This again didn't work. The car careered into a field. She had no time to react or do anything, so all she did was scream. She hurled over the bank of the fence, as the car spun around. She grabbed the wheel, using all her desperate attempts to control it. It obviously didn't work, as the car came up towards a bank. It bounced down the bank and landed upside down. The airbags were inflated and Janet screamed, still clutching the wheel. She had a cut on her face which was dripping with blood. Her leg was caught in the mush that used to be the bonnet of the car; it felt as though it was being ripped from her. Her fingers caught behind the wheel when she had hit the bank were throbbing, and had two massive bruises across them. She groaned in pain, she knew there may not be anyone coming down the road for hours, maybe even days. Even then, they may not see the car – it was upside down at the bottom of the bank – only someone walking, or driving really slow would be able to see it.
All she could think about was her girls, she couldn't die, she had survived Geoff and she could this, she needed to find her phone and fast. She put her hand across to where her bag was, it was hanging after being trapped between the airbag and the seat, and she put her hand around the bag and pulled, trying to get her phone. Her fingers were agony and whichever way she twisted her stomach was agony – what was that? She'd had it for a while now, it had turned more into cramp than anything else – she groaned again – not that that would do anything for her, but it did seem to relive some of the pressure. She managed to pull the bag open and get her phone. In desperate attempts to get help, she flipped her phone open and saw she had three messages, one from Rachel, one from Gill and one from Andy. She pressed cancel with the only two good fingers and began to dial 999. She got to the reception desk and asked for an ambulance. She told them she had come off the road and was upside down, but couldn't get any more words out – she had completely lost her breathe. She cancelled the call and began to text Rachel, and managed 'help' she hit send and began to turn her body back into the seat. This was a big mistake. The piece that had been supported by her was now dislodged. The twisting over the metal was piercing; the roof came crashing down on her. She flinched and screamed again. The car must have been stuck on a ledge because it began to move, and it rolled another couple of times before finally stopping. The glass in the front window shattered. All over her. Janet's vision went black. There was silence.
