An unexpected saviour

It appeared that I'd got there just it time.

The big guy I'd seen by outside the station had Callum against the wall and was suffocating him when I arrived. I wasn't sure what I had stumbled upon but I had seen far too much not to intervene. In any case I was a cop, albeit off duty, so there was no way I walking away from this.

“Let go of him! What the hell do you think you're doing?”

I snapped striding towards him trying to put my fear of intervening firmly aside.

For a hazy moment I thought he was going to turn on me. He stared hard and aggressively at me before suddenly allowing Callum to fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

I glared back at him briefly aware how important it was never to seem intimidated by guys like him.

“Get out the way.”

I snarled, my heart thudding in my chest. He stood motionless so very deliberately I shoved him out the way. He was bigger than me by a lot and muscular with it.

At the back of my mind all my instincts were screamed for me to run but I had to concentrate on Callum now. I crouched beside him and found his pulse, he was just unconscious.

I lightly slapped his face, not sure what exactly I should be doing before dimly remembering something about the recovery position. I started to inexpertly turn Callum so he was lying on his side but as I did so he coughed, spluttered and his eyes fluttered open.

“Callum? Are you ok?”

I was genuinely concerned although I didn't know him very well – he was one of the new defence attorneys dealing with legal aid cases which had ended up at our station a month or so back.

Callum's eyes focused and widened as he took in the big guy who was still beside me. I followed his gaze wondering why he hadn't taken his chance to run.

He was just ... stood there arms folded looking at Callum with a grim expression on his face.

Eventually he spoke to Callum in a deep menacing voice.

“You'd better tell him everything. Now.”

The End

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