Chapter 33
Although he had had the advantage of surprise the inspector of police station 1 lost all his options when William began to use his forehand repetitively.
The Jesuits should be proud of my pugilistic skills -Murdoch thought hammering the face of his opponent-. I remember the basic combinations perfectly thirty years later.
When Decker landed on the ground for the second time his consciousness ended up in the dream world. While crouching next to Decker's body William looked for his wives.
At that moment a man threatened his back. William could only protect himself from impact by using his right arm. He knew full well that weapon threatened his body. The baseball bat That Leland used to use in the police station when he wanted to conquer quick confessions.
The brutal impact caused his shoulder to dislocate with great violence.
-As I have wished all my life that this moment would come. Damn Catholic.
Totally helpless, suffering immense pain in his left arm, William tried to crawl backwards fearing the second blow.
-I'm going to bust your eyes.
The policeman's instinct ordered him to carry his healthy arm to his head to protect himself. However, the second blow was directed elsewhere.
-Oh my God! -he screamed when he received a strong blow to the knee-. Please...
When Leland raised his hand for the third time to end his revenge, the clear sound of a bullet was heard in the air. At that moment, dizzy from the pain of his wounds, Murdoch watched in surprise as an accurate shot to the head ended Leland's life.
-Holy God!
-Good girl Betsy -heard William with the typical Yorkshire accent-. Heck Murdoch!
When the inspector and Gilles approached the detective they were relieved to see that his injuries were not fatal. Extremely painful. Non-mortal.
-Oh my God! Hurts! Hurts! It has broken my knee.
-Be still.
-I want Julia Where is Julia? I'm dizzy.
-Shut up!
-I'll go looking for Dr. Odgen -Gilles said, putting the handcuffs on the unconscious Decker-. He's alive?
-I think so -replied William, squeezing his lips-. Look for Julia.
-Do not kill during my absence.
-Very funny.
When Gilles left Thomas took off his jacket to cover part of William's body. The detective was visibly trembling because of the cold and the consequences of his blows.
-I think you won't be able to ride a bike for a good season.
-It has no grace. It hurts too much.
-Do you know what I would do instead?
-He'll tell me anyway.
-A good drink of whiskey cures all ills.
-Oh! Please... is everything controlled?
-Yes. No casualties at the front.
-I think I'm going to faint.
-It would be the most sensible thing to do -thomas said, shrugging his shoulders-. You will do the opposite.
-Where is Julia?