Complicity Part 5 (6/6) By Nick Quantrill

(1/6), (2/6), (3/6), (4/6), (5/6), (6/6). Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

Coleman stopped in his tracks. Was that true? He knew he couldn't save everyone, but he had to try, otherwise what was the point of his job? He had to try to get justice for Laura Fry. He looked directly at Mallory and considered his response. Sometimes words just aren't enough. He grabbed him forcefully by his hair and smashed his face onto the desk.

Mallory's nose splattered and sent blood spurting onto Coleman's shirt. The screaming alerted the bouncers who had discretely left the room. He managed to land a blow on Mallory's temple before he felt himself being dragged away and attacked. The pain was excruciating. He was no match for the two large bouncers as the blows rained down upon him. 'Stop, police' shouted Maynard as he charged into the office. The shock of his unannounced entrance forced Coleman's attackers to momentarily stop. Mallory was beginning to regain his composure and was cradling his nose in a bloody handkerchief.

'Leave it, boys' he said as he spat blood out. 'Detective Sergeant Coleman was just letting off a little bit of steam. I'm sure he'll regret this in the morning. Look up there, Sergeant. Don't be shy, wave to the camera.' Coleman laughed. 'Don't be thinking you can pull that shit with me. If you so much as think about making an issue out of this, I'll make sure that we harass you night and day.' Mallory just smiled back at Coleman. 'Don't look so nervous, son' he said turning his attention to Maynard. 'He's given as good as he's got. Now, who the fuck are you?'

'Detective Constable Maynard' he replied whilst helping Coleman to his feet. 'Well, Constable. I suggest you get him out here sharp-ish before I change my mind and have him given a kicking he won't forget in a hurry.' Maynard supported Coleman as they shuffled to the door.

'You've not seen the last of me' said Coleman, as he pointed at Mallory. 'Not by a long chalk.' He looked directly at Mallory and considered his response. Sometimes words just aren't enough. He grabbed him forcefully by his hair and smashed his face onto the desk. Mallory's nose splattered and sent blood spurting onto Coleman's shirt. The screaming alerted the bouncers who had discretely left the room. He managed to land a blow on Mallory's temple before he felt himself being dragged away and attacked. The pain was excruciating. He was no match for the two large bouncers as the blows rained down upon him.

© 2006 Nick Quantrill

Continued on www.thisisUll.com...... Part 6.

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