I started writing this a while ago and had already published the first few chapters. However I was never quite happy with it and for some reason the website turned the text into computer code gibberish so it was unreadable. I couldn't find the ogirinal document so I've decided to re write and try and make it a bit grittier and more in character than the original version. I hope you enjoy and I would love reviews and feedback.
For the first time in his long career, Sergeant George Miller felt completely out of his depth. He wasn't unused to dealing with death – it came hand in hand with being a police officer. However this time tragedy had struck far too close to home. In his 25 years on the force he thought he had seen it all, but every so often something still came along with the potential to take him by surprise. This, however, was beyond comprehension. A dog. A school boy. A bomb. Death.
The sight of his usually carefree constable torn apart by grief and pain would be seared into his memory for the rest of his days. He stood guard outside the now devastated police house, coordinating the backup that had arrived from division and liaising with the firefighting team. He still couldn't quite get his head around what had happened, so he was now going through the procedures on autopilot, doing what needed to be done for his young colleague and friend.
The fire that had raged through the police house was finally extinguished, bringing down the roof and gutting the building to the point of collapse. Sergeant Miller turned away, unable to stand and watch for a minute longer. Another Sergeant and an Inspector had come through from Ashfordly to take over and secure the scene. With a heavy heart, Miller turned towards his car and headed towards the village, knowing that the hardest task was yet to come.
