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ASSAULT – Tuesday Midday
Appalling abrasions are more than I expected from the headlines – Another Aberdaron Assault.
But not from our photos.
I wince. Muscles clench. Concentrate.
The victim’s face shows signs of deep scratches like claws as well as multiple angry bruises as if he was beaten up. More than the two bloodied and black eyes. Arms. Shoulders. Legs. Aggravated assault.
He is asleep. Or worse. Breathe.
Has he regained consciousness, doctor?”
“Not since he was brought in, Detective Anwyl. We treated his injuries as best we could, but he remains in this coma. I will inform NWP when he regains consciousness.”
Another Aberdaron Assault. Those attention-grabbing headlines missed that detail. The reporter ran with ‘second man found assaulted on the beach at Aberdaron’. But even the North Wales Police has minimal information. Two unidentified athletic men in their twenties sprawled comatose on Aberdaron beach.
“And the other victim?”
The doctor gestures across the corridor where a Police Community Support Officer is stationed.
“The same. They’ve both received serious blows to the head.”
I nod. Amnesia when they regain consciousness is my fear. “Where are their clothes?”
He points to a neat pile on the shelf. “Your forensic team examined them, I believe. Removed some. Ask the senior nurse if you need additional medical information. I have more patients requiring my attention.”
The doctor leaves. Little I can do here until the two men regain consciousness. My tattoos are tingling.
A for Aggravated Assault and Attire.
Clothes. Nothing unusual. Except the jeans have a dark stain. Blood? Darker – the colour of my biking leathers. Black. Tar? Although forensics will have removed any evidence, I need to visit the crime scene at Aberdaron. Bike across to the end of the Llŷn Peninsula. Find what I can. This was aggravated assault and my tattoos confirm my suspicions. What connects these two men?
I finger my bracer, tapping on its studs. A for Assault. C for Coma. F for Forensics. E for Evidence. T for Tar. FACET or FATE.
Clench my teeth. I must control my future – my life.
The PCSO relaxes as I approach. “I was hoping another female officer would be assigned to the case. Some of our male colleagues demand too much.”
“Agree. I just need you to watch both victims while I investigate – and report anything suspicious to me.” I hand her my card. “Or my partner – her number is on the back.”
Outside Bangor hospital, I check-in with the case’s supervisory officer, Detective Sergeant V Kamatchi Pillai.
Breathe slowly. Deep. Remain professional – like she does so well.
“Both victims are still unconscious. The doctor will inform us when they are awake.”
A sigh. Perhaps a smile.
“But you have a hunch, Sparkle. Your tattoos again?”
I smile. Kama knows me so well. Her voice is as dark and sultry as her looks. My blood races. I close my eyes. Focus on the case not my lover.
“Yes. I’m going to Aberdaron. To the crime scene – to the beach.”
Not our special Morfa Bychan beach. But later.
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